A robot in an endless army of youth.

Told to be brave, told to be strong.

Told to stand tall and keep marching along.

With nothing but orders to be believed as the truth.

Grown in a world with standards and rules.

Where creativity gets shot down.

Where preprogrammed thoughts are all to be found.

And we march along, an army of fools.

Yet we have the chance to change our fate.

To decide what is to come.

To change the paths we've marched along since we were young.

As its all a perception in this world, we create.

We design the memories that are bound to be made.

We have the power to take a moment and make a wish.

We have to power to fight for our futures in order to flourish.

We decide if we want to burn brightly or fade.

In the end, it's up to you.

And when the future advances.

And the lapse of time passes.

Its your choice on what you do.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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