A Year That Had a Meaning
In a realm without a past,
Entwined through generations,
A future tied to what won’t last.
An ember of the old world,
A beacon for the new—
Each soul I met born in this year
Has faded into blue.
Was it just the system,
Or the echo of a dream?
A fragile generation,
Torn apart at the seam.
Too young to know The Cold War,
A missed home-tech creation,
Yet standing at the forefront
Of the net’s new generation.
Next year, they’ll turn forty
The keepers of the key,
Replaced by a cancelled culture,
Left to ask: what will we see?
As we pass the flame of life
To those born in ’85,
Don’t question who is right or wrong
Just strive to be alive.
