which means we're the ones asking
all the questions that the ones who
went before us didn't care to answer:
Y am I here?
Y is life worth living?
Y do I know what I know (or think I know)?
The ones with the answers are long gone,
and as if that's not enough
their answers are at best really improbable
if not probably not real at all...
So this is where the Generation X has left us,
the 68'ers who happily erased all certainty
from the face of our minds.
Didn't they know (or want to know) that after A follows B and so
their X would give birth to a new little letter
trying to confirm its existence by shouting «Y!? Y!? Y!?»
Y did you bring me here?
Y did you create this world for me?
Y do I have to provide the answers?
Y do I bother?
