1997 – we came into existence, at the same time people died, parents cried and a life just been saved.
We cried and cried that is just what babies do.
2017- we came in together and through the middle we unraveled and now we're a separate shoelace. I kept pulling on the wrong string and I couldn't get out of my sweatpants.
I realized I shouldn't rely on you pulling the right string for me.
2047- is the world still even here? I cannot the predict the future. This victory did not come out of the blue, it started with the first small victory and the others that followed.
I don't need stalk your social media anymore because now we are the media.
3047- will fish know how to speak Chinese, are there bugs living in the sea.
We're decomposing in a casket, hopefully there's a family of worms living in us so the love will spread.