Updated: Nov 15, 2021
It was a spinning rock floating in the vast infiniteness of space
It was our rock
A rock covered with water and trees
And covered with people too
The people cut down the trees
The people poisoned the oceans
The kids were taught that they were responsible for the destruction of our rock
They had nightmares about it
They had depression and anxiety about it
What a horrible thing to do to children
The rock had fucked up kids on it
The rock had fucked up adults on it
And the rock
It was fucked up too
How much time it had?
Who really knows
It was probably exaggerated
So many lies were told on this rock
No one knew what the truth was
All we knew was that we were here
And we had to make a life for ourselves here
Even if it was dying
Even if they people were fucked up
We had to find meaning
We tried too
They didn’t last long
What's the meaning when they tell you that you are responsible for the death of our planet?
They tell kids they are born racist
That they are guilty for the crimes of their grandparents.
How does a kid recover from that?
How do they find their meaning?
Why are you here on this planet?
What can you do here?
What can you do to make it better?
It’s better to have a dream than a nightmare,
Certainly better for the kids
We were poisoning the pale blue floating rock
We were poisoning the minds of the kids
Our grandparents couldn’t be blamed
No one could
They thought we wouldn’t survive the creation of the atom bomb
I don't blame them
They didn’t think we would survive the creation of the hydrogen bomb
I don’t blame them
They didn’t think we would survive the creation of the nuclear bomb
I don't blame them
They didn’t think we would survive.
It’s no wonder they didn’t care about the poisoning of the oceans
It's no wonder they didn’t care about the trees getting chopped down
Their visions of the future was a fiery death
And it’s a miracle it didn’t end that way.
Its our rock.
Not theirs anymore.
Only ours for a brief moment though
What will we do with it?