y generation

Y, the quantity unknown to most.
Dual to X, the designated host.
Secondary importance, never first.
Destined to roam, unquenchable thirst.

Y, the axis from bottom to top.
Spotted midway, rising to stop.
Forever it reaches to points unseen.
What good is an axis stuck at the mean?

Y, the generation shaded by a boom.
What's left for us at the end of gloom?
Our hopes and dreams, uncommon you see.
Want to be vagrants with a degree.

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