Strong and Silent,
Proud and Bold,
Stay Pure and Stoic,
Till you are Old,
This by our Forefathers we are Told.

Even in the Fast Wake of Death,
Even in the Intrepid Face of Danger,
Even in the Calamitous Fist of Tragedy,
Even in the Fiery Indignation of Anger,
You must be like a Sea Anchor.

Be it Wrong or Right
This is how we Live,
So work Diligent and Earnest,
So that we may Give,
The future Men, this Stigma, Outlive.

But for now, stay Strong and Silent,
Proud and Bold,
Stay Pure and Stoic,
Till you are Old,
For this by our Forefathers we are Told.

A skeleton sitting there,
Staring with eyes hollow and bare,
Blissfully unaware,
Of tragedies everywhere.

Oh, how I envy his state,
Though dead and doing nothing great,
I would rather be him than suffocate,
In the worries of this world and the great debate.

For on this terrestrial sphere,
There is not a soul without fear,
Except the skeleton sitting here,
Who is truly free with no puppeteer.

How I wish to be in that chair,
Free from pain and despair,
Blissfully unaware, of tragedies everywhere,
Just like the skeleton sitting there.

What is the point of a crush?
It’s just someone who turns your heart to mush.
Whenever you see them smile,
Or when you hear them laugh everyone in a while.

So what do we have crushes for?
As why are we to afraid to make them something more?
Maybe because of the way we are made,
It is our insecurities that make us afraid.

I want to tell you just how I feel,
But the mere thought of you dating me is too surreal.
You turn my heart to mush,
But I guess that’s the point of a crush.

It’s all way too loud,
All the thoughts of expectation.
I want to make them proud,
But my drive is like an empty basin.

If there is no will to live,
What is there to do?
What is there to give?
If there is no desire to pursue.

Honestly I’m still a kid,
And I don’t wanna grow older.
But staying young life forbid,
So I guess I’ll live on as the world grows colder.