from Brand New Ancients

In the old days,

the myths were the stories we used to explain ourselves

but how can we explain

the way we hate ourselves?

The things we’ve made ourselves into,

the way we break ourselves in two,

the way we overcomplicate ourselves?

But we are still mythical.

We are still permanently trapped

somewhere between the heroic and the pitiful.

We are still Godly,

that’s what’s made us so monstrous.

It just feels like we’ve forgotten

that we’re much more

than the sum of the things that belong to us.

Every single person has a purpose in them burning.

Look again.

Allow yourself to see them.

Millions of characters

Each with their own epic narratives

Singing, ‘it’s hard to be an angel

Until you’ve been a demon’.

We are perfect because of our imperfections,

We must stay hopeful,

We must be patient;

When they excavate the modern day

They’ll find us,

The Brand New Ancients.

All that we have here

Is all that we’ve always had.

We have jealousy,