Can you remember who you were
Before the world told you who you should be?
Don’t your eyes hurt you from the lies?
You are told that you are weird
That you need to change…
To change to be a part of their cliques
It’s yours to choose to break on
Through the will of the future today
Think out loud
And listen to only what the young mind will say
All the words come flashing by you
Watch the letters fly
And the sequence will send an ember burning high.
Don’t follow in the blindness of others,
Walk your streets of kindness.
Young men have lost the language of truth;
They think only of frozen pathways
Banked by society’s lies.
Go where there is no path
And leave a trail.