Youth Power!

this is full of double-entendre regarding perspective, so err on the side of caution... 'cause someone is really reading it, right :P

 

I try to settle and quell the hell in my head

A thoughtful cancer, reluctant to spread

Full of shameful pride that I can’t transcend

It renders my apprehension, suspended by intentions

I seldom, if ever, mention

Broken notions of an uncertain future

And how I commence mending

But then

Once again

The pain courses through my burgeoning veins

Dashing the sutures

 

Nervous and out-of-service

Searching for some sort of purpose

On this dreadful earth it’s

Hard to think I deserve this

 The bright and spiteful sun sets and so rises

Identically the same way

I despise it

I need something of substance to get me through the day

But the moon capsizes the horizon

And I wake feeling the same way…

 

“Conquered, we conquer,” a wise man once said

I have died and been re-born

Casting these demons from my head

I’m alive and powerful

I’m young and I’m bright

And I thank my lucky stars that I survived the night

Now

I won’t apologize for who I am

And I can say it loud

What do we want?

YOUTH POWER!

And when do we want it?

NOW!