The Blink Of An Eye

What do you want to do, anyway
now that you’ve had some time to think.
Now that you’re decades into this thing called life
and sitting here in a blink.

The youth movement is treachery to the soul,
whether by design or by impulse
older humans who’ve died inside
look for anything to take control.

And put it all on the children
like leaving them out in the cold
ill equipped in mind and matter
to survive in a world that is so cold.

But nonetheless it’s what we do
and who can even say it’s bad,
Sure I rant and rave about it
and when I feel, I feel sad.

But who’s to say and who’s to know
if the sins of the parents
are an inevitable flow
vital to the way we grow.

We don’t want what’s best
because we don’t know what’s best
and if we did, well, we’d be god
and then there wouldn’t be a problem
there’d be no such thing as fraud.

And yet we still breath and still survive
and feel love for our family pride
and our children are the apples of our eye
and mostly we just want to cry
but we don’t and we don’t know why
it would be so bad to cry,
not to pass the time
or just get by
but to connect with the deeper why
and the pain of letting it all go by
before we knew it,
in the blink of an eye.