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