For generations

We were transfixed,
everything was
illuminated.
In one moment-
nothing remained the same.

And I am alright,
I am alright,
All right with change.

But, we have a quiet longing for
the dark side of this moon.
Pulling at our tiny cores, a reason to resume: warming milk on open fires, raising tents out in the sky, playing platitudes under sheets while daylight passes us by.

Safer than in heaven,
when no one knows your name.
Be careful what you wish for, animosity will remain,
once you open every door, the secrets were left hiding for.

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