Origin

I was born into the latter days

    Of the Electronic Invasion.

    A part of the last generation

    To learn how to (correctly) play outside.

We rode the crest of innovation

    And were treated to the greatest marvels

        Of human creation.

    Some had been built up before our time.

    Others still we witnessed rise.

Our young eyes saw

    Pillars fall out of the sky.

We were treated to

    Four wars passed off as one,

    Three pontiffs,

    Two apocalypses,

    A crash

    And the tube's burnout.

The hippies had weed and acid.

We had information

    And we flew across the aether

        To get our next hit:

        The latest news.

        The freshest entertainment.

We became:

Artists.

Athletes.

Academics.

Our achievements

    Are scrawled upon 

        The stone walls

            That lined the swift river.

They tell our story

    Until they are washed away.

This too will tell our story.

    Until it decays.