Them and Us

They say we saw the sun set. They say we might not see it rise. They say we can change. They say we have changed. They say we are blind. They say we cannot see. They say all that we are. They say we always were. They say it again. They say it again. They say so many things.

We only listen.


If misunderstood was a word well understood by most, probably we would have understood it the best. Myths and legends fill the room as we refuse to open our window. As the sound refuses to travel across. As the thoughts conspire to go astray. As the faces blur in the shadows.

We only listen.



There is something unsaid between them and us. There is somewhere a ground lost between them and us. There is somehow a missing time between them and us. There is someone standing there between them and us.

There is some of a lot of incidents there between them and us.



A generation of millennials lost in translation. Self absorbed. Confused. Impatient. Misrepresented. Us. Misinterpreted. Not bothered to respond. Us. Tomorrow's children. Us. Changing us. Us. Just like you. Us. Pleading to be accepted. Us.

Yet you are being like them before you and before us.

To be understood. To be understanding. Praying for them and us.


- my dedication to eternal strife between today and yesterday.