I'm still so young and unclean
20, with a path that is still unseen
My voice means nothing
but I want to be a part of something
Writing may be the only way to go
Let people hear my thoughts and emotion show
Still living at a stand still
Just aging with no bigger shoes to fill
May my words be an inspiration
Now or later, destined to lead a nation
Greater things are meant to be
but what to make of what is meant for me
I believe my thoughts will form in time
Into something of value and sublime
Admire my rage, I am angry
Closer to an answer, only I can save me.