Gatis Rozenfelds

We are for FREE MINDS of our generation - I, we, our generation. In the noisy symphony of city today I heard how heart breaks, Someone was born, someone die, all fair. We have melted together with funhouse mirrors, Screens, clothes, brands, machines, We have grown to be The Tired Generation. We are the damned generation, pained by it all, Through life we walk predestined with sense of unworthy mission, Nothing is in vain. If you have achieved something in this particular moment of life, In this exact moment of your development, Every specific action has had its meaning, And if you think, you could have done it differently, Know, at that moment you could not. But now, now we are asking of the world to accept us, We need time.. for NOW is the moment we are confused, misunderstood, lethargic, unfulfilled and REAL, Understand us the way we are; We are for the Freedom of Mind. Me, we, our generation, Hemingway had the Lost Generation, Douglas Coupland - Generation X, We have grown to be The Tired Generation - Generation 0, Ones that are left with nothing real, Nothing to lose, nothing to discover, Ones that have received world in neat impersonal wrapping, Ones that don’t understand the contradicting hopes laid upon them, Until they fail to live up to them, their own and those of others; Ones that are trying to find the way back to virtues, Until, without finding, they keep looking out of inertia, Trying to be true at least for themselves. We are the children of cities, Craving natural life, we are riding bicycles and cultivating herbs in flower pots, But still we cannot live without scratches from cobble stones streets, Without drowning sorrows in alcohol, And destructive intellectual discourse. We know all about globalisation, But we hesitate, when asked, what do we identify ourselves with; We know much about corners of the world we never seen, But we have not even visited near by countryside towns; Tired from information, we ignore television, we don’t listen radio and we don’t read news, In mystical ways we still get to know what has been happening, War is just another event in world media, It does not scare us or worry us, Some of us would be glad if it would happen, Maybe at last it would make us to ignite for something. No alt text provided for this image With sadness we look back at the past, In which we have never lived, In our early years we already conclude, Life is lousy with tendency to regress and fade; We carve all that’s new, but quickly we get tired from it, Our interests are unstable, We don’t know how to passionately love others, only how to cling while passing by; After learning how to see both sides of the coin in every situation, We live with well polished spectrum of emotions, Where happiness is infinitely intertwined with sorrow; We, the children of Tired Generation, Self-medicate our overly large love for the world with generous doses of misanthropy, Constantly we take on feelings of guilt and shame, For all who have too little or none, For us presence of these feelings are needed and natural. After learning how to see events impersonally from distance, We often grieve that down to the marrow we don’t care, We grieve often and often only for our own selves, We cry for dead musicians and writers, Bet remain almost indifferent, when more distant relative has passed away; No alt text provided for this image Having cultivated our individuality to its entirety, We don’t know anymore how to communicate with others; We can avoid leaving house for a week, Impulses and feelings of the world sending and receiving virtually, Regarding it as instant coffee of real life, instant life, instant karma; We have coalesced with funhouse mirrors, Screens, clothes, brands, machines, Ancient breath of nature for us is too real and too confusing; We understand that nothing can stop humans from frantic animalistic scrambling for the summit of a dollar, We know, that there also only mud and endless loneliness is found, but still we often claim it anyway; Running through the city bumping into hundreds of people, Our hearts keep eroding in loneliness, Daily work at supermarkets and McDonalds slowly eats away our humanity, Our sentiment and the left overs of our goodness. We are walking through life predestined with unneeded sense of mission, We begin to feel a little pity towards ourselves, In growing awareness, that soon we will have to roll this weakening world upon our shoulders, And we have no idea where to carry it; Already we feel old. Having experienced so many social systems, Too little do we believe, that every new idea, will not crumble like the rest. No alt text provided for this image And after all, again we are indifferent; We are learning not to judge society, But grieve its ignorance, For we feel, that in the world there has to be more than one right road; We can see, that evil comes directly form not knowing, And we linger in dismay of how to help people around us to overcome it, Saddened in our loneliness we keep freezing while watching it all.. We are trying to awaken the likeminded ones around us, But they don’t awaken... they don’t, they don’t... For our words are not enough. We will scream even if everyone around us will be deaf, Echos of our screams will reach them when we will be long gone, We will scream through words, We will scream through music, Through screens, mute bodies of art, Through night, thirst, love and spring, Through briery, pink glasses and open windows, No alt text provided for this image Through empathy yards and bleeding hearts, Crazy days, schools, through politician and actor funerals, Through desperation, riot and rock and roll, Through blogs and gladness, Through crisis and injustice, Through enlightenment and silence. We are that cursed generation, pained by it all, This damned life for us seems too beautiful and too painful; It’s beauty we feel with every cell, with all existence; With madness and wounds of our soul, In which unintentionally we ourselves pour heaps of salt, We the tired generations, the children of this tired world, More than anything are wishing for fragrant new start - to everything. Fresh morning where existence once again will be truthful, unadulterated, uncomplicated; We want a NEW world, finally free from old anguish of the past, We are for FREE MINDS of our generation, I, we, our generation.