Life Incarnate Written October 1, 2014 We are remembered for our failures For our inability To do something correctly Artists Are only known after they’re dead And politicians, God forbid Always blame everything on one another Utopia Is a false misconception Perfection Is nothing more than being who you are If we treated each other with respect Parents wouldn’t have to bury their children This generation Is a compilation Of beautiful ingenuity And mismatched socks I remember when we all played in the same sandbox With the same innocence Plastered on our clothes We finger-painted our souls with Sharpies The permanence held strong At least until we stopped being young And our view points Started pointing fingers at one another Even though we were told that staring is rude And pointing is wrong And you have to take responsibility for everything you’ve done But this is not the case Our wide eyes will keep gawking Like we are six years old at a candy store Wanting to taste the sensation of a lollipop too big for our hands to hold We are all cut from the same mold Sculpted by the hands of our ancestors With nicks and chips Scratched on our life sized surface Because we all fell when we rode our bikes for the first time And we all danced with rulers between our stomachs Arms locked stiff Waiting for a hurricane of music To let our young bones give way To the weight of expectations on our shoulders We are not Atlas We cannot bear to carry that boulder But we could care less About dancing across a stage in our underwear We care more about people getting shot and our troops getting murdered Whoever said we were selfish? They don’t know about half the things we believe in Nor do they care to trust our reasoning This world is going to keep spinning Even if it needs an oxygen mask To keep living