We pressed our hands into fossils cemented in rock;
we stood with our heads tilted into rain,
as the sun shone down on us,
like a moment sent from heaven
but sometimes I’m not happy even when I’m happy
the sun sets, and it isn’t enough
it’s never enough.
Everyone I know is scrambling for validation
in the dark we forget who we are,
so we seek our names on strangers’ lips, a blue thumbs’ up, the eyes of others as we tear them down.
How did we get like this?
It can’t have always been like this.