The Burden of the Past

The world has changed, Deny it, and you will be left behind. Each era has its own time, Yet ruin comes when one refuses to let go. The old cling to their ways, Thoughts too rigid to follow, Rules too outdated to guide us, Yet they call us reckless for moving forward. We, the young, carve a new path, So we do not inherit the same suffering— The pain you wear like a badge of honor, The wounds you boast as wisdom. But in all your cries for change, You betray the future with shackles of the past. You demand we leap into your struggles, Drowning us in the same sinking mire. Do not mistake our defiance for ignorance. We refuse to be bound by your ghosts.