We set them apart like diamonds among rocks,
without all the shine
We recycle our dreams into them
like the eager pouring of old wine
A world full of lukewarm enthusiasts.
Achieving without the work
Loving without the hurt
Believers without a cross to carry
Hope without the fear it marries
Entitled and undeserving with a bravery that’s unnerving
We gave them what we had and what we didn’t
We expected it to make them better versions of who we should have been.
They are the remnants of us, bits and pieces of our lust
Wearing the mark of our failings and honors
Fighting to balance the past and the future
With us on their shoulders