| Written: AUG 23, 2003 |
Death begins when the energy of youth
evaporates into society.
We are but shallow pools, wasting away
until wisdom replaces livelihood.
Ever searching for what we know not,
utter unimportance sought after with flare.
True greatness and quality overlooked,
instead raising stupidity and conformity above all.
Raging to be part of an inept model of humanity,
disregarded the second others deem it uncool.
Those of us glorifying in their differences,
also embrace the same in each other.
Thus making another mold of a similar end,
thinking they are better, but sheep all the same.
It matters not that the prissy Barbie’s dress, white,
and they are all in somber black, “so different.”
The death of youth begins faster each season,
and the “adults” produced are all the more dependant.
Relying on their parents until they’re 30 somethings,
looking down at all those whom work for a living.
Not just for club money to buy a girlfriend,
or their double dose of beer before they pass out utterly.
Let our youth die cold in our unwilling hands,
for with the mourning perhaps some wisdom will come in it’s stead.
