Youth

We are the notes of an unscripted play,
the lines of a letter no one will ever say,
we are the infinite - the null,
we are the interesting - the dumb.
We set our goals - we miss our chance,
we make new roads - we think in advance...

For everybody who thinks we're just a big mess,
think about the present and what was once the man,
we unpredictable, horrifying, satisfying ourselves,
enjoying our greed until we will meet our deaths.

If lusts are but busts of dreams of us,
why not satisfy the desire and enjoy the present making the past rust?
Why not abuse of our consciousness and think about everything at last?
Instead of poking a warming bulb cause of the light it casts.
Why not taking advantage of our moods when sad?
Why wasting tears making just the pillow wet?

For everybody of you who says it's just the youth,
we are the students of a class taught by adults,
we were chained since babies - now we acting like beasts turned loose,
it is not our childhood that we want back - nor our present nor our past but the freedom to choose.

Cause as in right now we are caged in a school that makes rules so that all we can do is lose.