shivalihp

Two doors, both locked, neither mine.
Two names, one I gave up.
Two voices, both demanding I choose.
A home is a shelter. A home is a question.

They call us the lost generation, 

but how can we be lost when we see everything? 

We inherited the ruins, 

the sins of the past like notifications, 

the echoes of greed carved into policy, 

When I think about tomorrow, 

I see the calculus test I have not studied for 

and the five overdue assignments with long-received 

My leisure was over 
quicker than expected. 
Now I'm back to doing homework 
but keep getting distracted. 
Another glance at the clock 
Another 30 minutes gone. 

Winter: 

As frosty winds whisper, wrapping us in fear,

In winter's grasp, we gather near.

Underneath the snow-cloaked rooftops

We find warmth in each other.