Minds
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Humanity knows nothing, and everything is a question, from the insignificant to the minutely less insignificant, like why did I have a bad day, and why does the universe exist.
I wait
Wait for the final accolades
Instead life hands me a hundred promenades
Promenades of infinite choices
Appearing in my head as infinite voices
when people think of viepoints
they belive theirs is the best
with all their hearts, they succumb to the norrowness of their views
they scream and they cry
they swear that they will die
The minds of this generation Are twistedBullying and tormentingWarp the brain Thought processes Become muddyParanoia settles inThe walls creep closerAdolescents get nervous
I am just me. I have nothing to hide behind these two curtains of mine.
My eyes see all these fake people just barely surviving.
I am judged because of my opinions, when in fact they are the truth.
What makes me tick
I haven't hands or a face
like a clock
Just gears in my head
slow and steady
whir and buzz
What labels on those gears, dear
When did it become so wrong?
Despite our desperate need to be strong?
Crazy, weird, spazz, freak
Strange, stupid, loser, geek.
Why doesn't the heart and the mind work together? Even though the idea of such sounds so cleaver, it never happens that way.
Young minds, Greater minds
Sometimes a little hard to find
Steadfast and they infuse
Thoughts full of voice and and full of virtue
Young Dreamers, Eyes open
Always awake to this world, Never miss a moment
Sitting in my seat; doing so alone.
They say smile, be kind, and make new friends.
Tell me, admin, how easy that was for you.
Tell me, teacher, how to smile in a room of strangers.
