Tried looking towards the future and all I saw was the sidewalk
Tried praying to God and all I got was a stream
Tried talking to my grandma staring straight at a chemtrail
Rereading old journals and all I'm getting are dreams
Everywhere I turn says to slow down and breathe
The past has always felt safer to me
I am too young anyway to worry of chapped feet
Residing in fear only suffocates mystique
Removed politics, woke covered in blood
Tried listening to men and nearly burst at the seams
In every direction it appears the world's ending
All our lives we have had this problem it seems
All the people I love believe we will never be free
But hearing them laugh I'd say I have to disagree
But seeing their face I'd say I have to disagree
Blinded by their light I'd say I have to disagree
Eyes high at the steeple walking in circles
The essence of joy reads like a riddle
Power is a bore, it's all been recycled
Rewarding cowardice at the expense of the middle
My parents house is one big hall of mirrors
Nor speaking in prose, it is really the truth
So deception is impossible despite all my efforts
I wish I could say the same for you
--Maya S., Adult
