The Middle Children of History

"Crushed by the weight of time."

A heart once pulsing with dreams is now mechanised with routines and schedules, it is dictated by gears wound tight around relentless clocks. We fool ourselves into comfort, telling ourselves lies of reality, as we tread on the shards of our broken dreams, Some have forgotten entirely what they once longed for, while others remain painfully aware yet paralyzed, unable to step beyond the bubble, born too late to dream without restraint and born too soon to make all those dreams a reality, caught between ages, with no glory to chase and no myths to write.