It’s rolled up sleeves.
It’s cut up knees.
It’s worrying to those who don’t understand it,
but, then again it’s not giving a ****.
It’s a spark of hope
almost lost in a sea of dread.
It’s not something many understand,
and in earnest a bit thickheaded.
It’s the feeling of being young, of getting caught up in fleeting games of love and lust before settling down for a drink or two.
It’s rebellion, really.