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