The Age old Problem
In our youths
Whose job was it to inspire fear?
To imprint awareness beyond our years;
Just a clear explanation
And our expectations perhaps,
Perhaps,
Wouldn’t be all in tatters around here
In our youths
Why did no one tell us we’d have to face uncomfortable truths,
And how to teach ourselves to just
Be ourselves, for no other sell than to feel well..
Our brains are now spent
Lying face down, pissed in new streets,
Just another dent in this generation of freaks
Copyright © Lucas Smith | Year Posted 2024
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