Reality of Genz 's life

We joke about the end because the middle is a mess, Turning existential dread into a punchline or a meme. There’s a quiet kind of courage in this constant stress, Trying to build a garden on a crumbling regime. We’re masters of the "soft launch" and the "burnout," Chasing a milestone that keeps moving its mark. Wondering if the things we’re so concerned about Will actually matter when we’re left in the dark.