Stop, Breathe-wait-Repat

Even though you lack the skill to,
take this pain and write as you will,
even though you lack that wisdom that elders may have,
you have that youth they all wish they had.

Even though you lack that maturity,
to be able to set your life and be whatever you want to be,
even though you cannot decide what to do with your life,
you have that fire to not stop like many wished they had before they died.

Whether you’re new blood or old blood,
a young gun or a new shot,
that same old song or that number one spot,
it doesnt matter how you view it,
you will move at the pace you choose to.

Even though you never lived through the world wars,
and didn’t experience that level of devastation,
even though they look at you and say you have no respect,
you still tip your hat at all of those greats.

Even though they say your poetry is lacking,
because everybody has taken it as its lackey,
even though there are those that misuse it,
you still treasure it more than they used to,
because you know that change is inevitable,
and you are the one that will bring it.

They knew not if change was posible,
yet they risked it all to change something so stable,
you are the new era of a generation that is lost,
one where degeneration is the only close thing to the word nation,
you live amongst hate and ignorance,
yet you still hold your head up and carry the hope for tomorrow,
you dont allow yourself to become those shallow souls.

If they only knew that change is posible,
these new kids that follow whatever comes new,
they become this crowd that doesnt let them explore,
they speak what others say and have lost any respect for the word,
not that of a god but the one you can speak to silence them all,
so let go of that stupid belief,
let go of your subconcious,
relieve explore and renew what your life is,
then stop, breathe- wait- repeat.