One Day More.

A response to learning about the SOPA and PIPA that's going around. I suppose it also combines my own bitterness about those around me...those "my age."

I’m a young adult by today’s standards.

Old enough to walk into an r rated film,

Old enough to walk among society;

Yet somewhere along the lines,

 I’m not old enough to decide my own will.

Yes I the 17.

One year away from that day.

The day where I’m old enough to be sent off

Into a war without a say.

Old enough to see my sister

Casually walk on by.

On The day of empowerment, the day to vote

And catch evil deeds as they attempt to convey truths
but rather hidden lies.

I’m not so near as I am not so far.

I hear, I feel, I see;

But I cannot make a change to what will be.

Always faced with unknown pressures

You’re too young.

Or you’re too naïve.

You’re much too unstable,

Think rationally and you’ll understand what I see.

I’m sorry if I think for myself

Or perhaps seem too radical.

But believe me when I say this,

The naive think quite rational.

I’m not so ignorant to believe,

I am God of this make believe.

However for change and progress

Let us be on the same page,

Some egos must stand back and watch as the brain takes the lead.

I am tired of being around

Those who always think of the future.

Let alone those who see history as just the past.

We are living in this now--

In this day--

In this hour.

Old habits of yesterday

Are meaningless without power.

Power to yourself,

And just of what we can do.

Yes I, one of the 17,

I am talking to you.

Put away the phone,

The technology that binds you to your-so-called friends.

Think for a second about what

You would want to amend.

I’m sure this world isn’t perfect and it’s about time I’m not alone.

We have to care for each other, it’s called being human,

or didn't you know?

Of course I understand, why would I or you ever want to give a f**k?

Well think about it, unless you want to be stripped of every right

People have fought for you,

You might want to put some thought into

Doing what’s best for you.

No amount of luck

Or time’s good passing

Would have ever gotten us to this day.

People fought, died, and rebelled

Just to have paved the way.

Don’t think the job completely done,

We still have long ways to go.

Time has only passed on the battle, to

What we will soon become;

The knights and the serfs, what will you choose to be?

Another one that doesn’t care

And only complains to what will be;

Or perhaps you might think about it

And take on the heavy load.

Be like me and rather than speculate,
be the person to deal the impacted blow.

Fighting without limits,

No constraints other than death itself.

I deem it best fighting for my future

Rather than living and having no story to tell.

Where will you be when tomorrow comes?

Will you wait for the one day more?

Where will you be when tomorrow comes?

With me, the naïve yelling, not one day more! 

Author's Note

I the 17 is repeated but really it can transcend what it's original meaning implies, I myself am 17 years old. 17 is but a number to reflect those around me.