Them.

What is I, but a reflection of thy
Shatter me not with your delusions
Find in us a shimmer of hope
And let us cling to that
With forceful passion.

There are false winds that deny
Drowning us in a cacophony of rebuke
Corruptive fires that reduce
The pantheons built in our time
To rubble and half-dreamt memories.

But in this gentle and sinister void
Can we hope to find
That which will uplift us
The burst of a star
Into a billion discourses
All at once
In unbridled glory

And in these moments
Of pure, unadulterated joy
We cleanse, absolve ourselves
In the birth of a new generation
Free of cynicism and narrow visions.

You there - before the now disappears
Recognize the confusion,
The pain we cause
And just stop.
Nothing - not a word
Till we learn how.

Begin anew.
No more as you and me.
But as them.
Let them live and etch a new tale everyday
Who are we, but reflections of them.