When We Were Young

We weathered every storm, never stopping to consider how or why, took what we were given, and knew not to ask for more, did what we were told, sometimes grudgingly, believed each and every lie, couldn’t wait to be free.
And then one day we became our parents, one day we became the lie, repeating over and over an old programmed routine, never trusting we could fly, never once imagining a day might come when the only thing we’d wish for was a time machine.
