On The Brink

What happened to those days?

Days of fun, days of joy,

How did they really disappear?

Will they ever reappear?

It’s like a car’s taking a nasty turn,

It’s like we’re in for a scarring burn;

Yet all of us are the ones, who are on the brink,

It’s like if we jump off the cliff,

We might sink,

Deep into the ocean;

Or even better, we might soar into the air,

Floating towards the sun;

We don’t know what’s scarier;

Some of us are forced upon,

Some of us aren’t,

We don’t know what is more oppressive;

Confusion has coiled around us in a web;

It’s like if we’re on the brink,

It’s like we’re standing at the edge of a cliff,

If we fall, we might sink,

Into the deep, dark ocean…

This is a tenderer age,

Far more delicate than childhood,

Passions rise and fall,

Just like the temperature;

This is the stage of rebel,

Or is it the stage to be restrained?

Some are controlled like canaries in a cage,

Some are let out like wild crows oh-so-savage;

 It’s maddening,

You don’t know what to think

You don’t know what to say,

Our youthful arrogance controls us,

Dictators can control some,

While they can’t restrain those with fire;

What am I saying?

Each has his fire,

Some fires like candlelight,

Easy to extinguish with thumbs;

Some fires are uncontrollable,

Why don’t we just follow our passions, all of us?

Why are some restrained?

Why are some led astray?

Why is the world such a cruel coffin?

Unfortunately, there are rules of nature;

Some play safe,

And become cushioned into the comforts of life;

Some try to be free,

And are blown away into nothingness;

There always has to be a rich person,

There always has to be a poor person,

There always has to be a attractive person,

There always has to be an ugly person;

There always has to be a smart person,

There has to be a dumb person;

There always has to be some distinctions;

We can be one,

But mentalities will never allow us to do so…