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Is this what has become of the youth?
Whose thoughts are easily susceptible,
And subtly swayed of its rectitude,
Favoring the majority despite being ostensible.
If liberty to choose is not wielded,
Thinking the greater number is invariably right,
Then it has already been decided,
We are pawns who'd never see the light.
Impetuous as it may seem,
To be foolishly and fearlessly decisive;
We'll grow out of youth... all agleam,
And wake up in a world so complex and illusive.
Yet we will forever be stuck at dawn,
If this be still... as time wears on.
- ALSL
Copyright © Alsl Auburn | Year Posted 2016
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