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Still too young


Infinite curiosity and wonder
Holding up a woolen crown
Weaved with a thread of certainty

Kissing both the heavens and the earth
Nestling the subtle nectar of unconditional love

Tentatively peering past the constraints re-imagined by men
The dirt and the musk veiled by bright lights
Passively they walk past monuments and metaphors
Little to no regard for the rotten underbelly
The stench of hopes lost, dreams discarded
-          And complacency accepted as a norm


Ill fitted realities we slide into
Like slick robes we put them on
Forsaking a most sacred calling
While we abide a most trivial and misguided mental oppression
Somehow convinced that this is the best we can offer
Prison or a coffin…
Dying before we are dead- a routine we practice too often

The shoes we cannot fill are too grand
A history we cannot placate
Because what we are is the change they died for
Unsatisfied, but we remain asking for more

Complete and unburdened freedom?

For that we are still too young

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