The Age of Youth

Naiveté, for the eyes could not see, Naïve like the child who knows little. Now the truth stands before me. Each year passes now like each day. I didn’t know enough to be afraid. My anger had led the way. My anger, my courage, my strength, These drives that live for life, and to die for love. The wild untamed heart, It does not rest for the age of youth. The political power, Love seems to be our only escape. We lose the sight of the way. Drifting along in our careers. Hidden emotional barriers, In wanting to explode, Or take us at mercy. A discovery of injustice, Of inequality in justice, Makes up the quality of life, And the quantity in rise and fall of right. Emotions distort reality, Shaping hopeful illusions. The longing of desire, We see the passions of great lovers And reflect it onto our own lives. Lost lovers or hopeless romantics, The stride to kill a pride In needing to be complete. Half of us, With our heads in our hands, And the other half, With our hearts making demands. Who is this voice of reason Inside the realms of knowledge. Driven by hunger, illness, guilt, and anger We call upon God or a father figure To battle with our pains.