I can\'t remember when this generation died,
until I looked the youth right into their eyes.
Their souls mechanical uses for government, their hearts imperative to finally love someone.
Other than that screen,
The desk which we lean.
Computerised smiles of you and me-
we\'re as fake as the things we watch on TV.
The ones who helped us feed mean less to us than that computer screen -no?
It\'s normal.
Well becoming the norm... learning from vloggers more than our own mum.
I remember when this generation died.
When technology finally closed our eyes.