To whom does not shed tears at birth,
and also refused reprieve; there is not
one that walks among us heartless, nor
one to suffer a cut of the flesh, and fail
Years, they pass slowly, when being
molded as a teen; enriched with invincibility,
yet, cursed by unstable self-esteem.
Time then passes, and experience begins
to teach; producing the most of unfavorable
conditions for a young mind to ever meet.
Then one is greeted with dreams of fame,
and aspirations of something other than
what they are; the eyes look further, and
further away, but there the very truth rest,
fitted perfectly in one’s own chest.
We see most of everything that’s layered
with lies, and run from the truth, by giving
our mind’s a disguise.
Believing we know more than we do,
and casting illusions so profound; to
think we’re not spinning too, while this
Earth spins round and round.
Let us just accept the inevitable,
and worry not about what we
will fail to control; rather let life be
lived, and never mind the day of
Reach deep inside yourself,
and firmly grab a hold; declare
the life that you own, and within
it your silent soul.
You have but one stage, and light,
that awaits your dream to begin;
though whatever may come of it,
remember; we are nothing more
than merely human.