The Tragedy Of Generations
Take me in your hands
And use me if that’s all you need,
I’m not about to start complaining.
You don’t have to worry
I’m not going to spoil your fantasy,
We all have our dreams.
I was already yours.
I don’t need to play in my dreams,
I was corrupted long before.
You don’t have to throw me glimpses
To tempt me on your path,
I was already walking towards you
Like all the fools before me
And all the fools to come.
I know I’m not learning anything new,
That hasn’t been experienced before
By a hundred generations
Who can’t beat a revolution,
Who can’t stop what’s to come.
Use me as you want to
As I come to realise
That I’m nothing special to you,
That you’ve done this a million times.
And I could be wearing any face.
And I could own any name.
But I’m too caught up in you
To act on the truth I know.
And that’s my tragedy
As I take part in your show.
THE TRAGEDY OF GENERATIONS
By A R J Abranson
(Taken from 'This Graveyard Heart')