The Bridge

The change of a young boy to a young man 

Is a vivid process across a long land 

Endless light like The Trail of Tears but short as distance of a pin

Thought as right of passage to come across hard times and rise

Thought as a disgrace to face those times and die

Not of mind, but of the spirit

When you fail to seperate yourself from from a child no one else wants to hear it

Your decision, your thoughts, nor your mind or heart

It all gets belittled to the substandard of a kid

But from child we grow into this strong minded thing

Not a teen because we've become to old

Not an adult because somethings we just dont know

The answers we have, when no questions have been asked

That fire burning beneath the cap of your hair

Has no identity , to only your peers you can share

So in a group you vent , expressing your days and long nights spent

Talking can do you no harm or progress

Only thing lef to do is take that fire and leak it into the world

Burn your path and make the world yours 

Or live a life of settling

For what others give you

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