The cold air stings my nose
Making my eyes watery
On a cold summer morning.
This feeling rare and waverly
Passing with the season
Replaced by a constant sting.
The sting is welcome.
It reminds me of youth
Not yet gone, but not present.
Dissipating in a sleuth
Towards quarter-life-crisis.
A creation of the year 1996.
Oh, to be young and ignorant.
Oh, to be young and wise.
A generation aware of the gap
A generation aware of demise.
The canyon approaches faster
As if downhill we approach on skateboard.
All doubt and no support
Makes a generation irreproachable.
There is nothing you can say
Anymore to make us sociable
Towards your ideals
Your archaic and close-minded ideals.
However, my old friend,
Let us not have this conversation.
Let us reminisce on a common feeling
To promote social justice evasion.
Excuse my sarcasm, it is when I tell the truth.
Truth is, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Instead let us remember that sting.
That summer morning cold air
Which in our youth reminded us
That the day was new, and fair.
Ignorant bliss, granted by adults
To children, who would do the same.
Oh, how I miss that ignorant bliss
When mom and dad were perfect.
I want to know what you, the reader, thinks. Consider leaving a comment and I will reply!
Primitive Poetry 
The last two lines are so honest and full of meaning. I remember reading that one can remain a child untill the moment he stops idealising his parents and aknowledges the fact that they are flawed. Also, “All doubt and no support”-really defining words for this generation.
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Sorry for the late reply, I have been absent from my poetry.
Thank you for your words, I find them real and I can tell you actually read what I wrote. The “All doubt and no support” is sort of an ode to the Shining’s “All work and no play make Jack a dull boy.” Admittedly I know the line from the Simpsons better, but the roots are still there.
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