before it ends

since I have questions to your answers,
you may have asked me once again: 
do we have destinies or chances,
or are we destined to remain
kids of the village, generation
producing children feeling lost
with endless search of inspiration,
knowing cost

or are we happy. are they happy,
do they know what happy means
or do we lose it all, unwrapping
barriers behind the scenes
while we are sitting in the kitchen
where, by the way, the tea got cold,
i see your fingertips are itching, 
uncontrolled

the generation feeling dizzy
from words like “settle down” or “stop”
this life was never getting easy
with stairs not leading to the top
while making candles for the soldiers
who have forgotten how to pray,
instead of wiser we get older
day by day

when every modern influencer
will have noone to influence,
we might come down to circumstances
when humans get a second chance
and someone honest and imperfect
will take the world with bare hands
and shake us up until we’re worth it,
before it ends