Young Falling Minds
Approaching life with no scrutinizing dispositions.
Relishing their youth,
Basking in the freedom of their most lively years.
Or so they say.
Young falling minds:
Everything is limited by perception,
Perception leading to misconception,
Misconception gradually surging to holistic pessimism.
Fallen minds don’t possess frame,
Or rather let me say, they are cluelessly lame.
Back and forth, right or left no distinction all is same
Elaborating: Life is just pretty much tame.
Their parturition in a time of good unlimited opportunities,
Yet at the brink of cowardice they are deceived,
And lazily cannot even perceive
That their lives are being sieved
And slowly but badly manipulated,
Later tension and crisis are manifested.
Unfortunately it is then late,
Their future has already been compromised,
The moisture has already vaporized,
All that is left is a dehydrated life substrate
Then all becomes one hell of a date,
Known as regret.
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