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Jan 2013
We all wanted to do something too soon like we weren't old enough
we would disobey and parents would act like we hadn't been told enough.
We sipped from bottles and smashed the glass, played with matches
tried smoking hated it and some of us kept at anyways cause hey,
look at what it makes others say about the way we behave.
Attention seekers feeling meager and weak.  
Making offensive statements each time that we speak.
Obsessed with night on the streets.  
Constantly moving your feet.
Nocturnal with no need for sleep.
We all wanted to be treated like adults, which is always a childish notion
We were small fish in the ocean but we grow up through the commotion
and still I'm noticing how high and hard the tides are blowing in
the biggest fish can still drown in the waters it's been floating in.
But do these adults have notions to be treated like a child?
How often do we wish to attack or act wild - this thought makes me smile.
It happens once in a while or course, for sure where we all dwell
survival of the fittest is the motto when the sea will swell.
We all wanted to be more successful than the next man, but all saw it in different ways.
Some tried to hurt their brothers while others worked for great praise.
We built machines of war and then turned them into factory workers
took away humans jobs leaving them stranded like deserters.
Now the planet is burning up and things are being torn apart
Corporations causing problems and they knew it from the start
So the world is led blind by hand as they pull us through the dark
but production was the gas and consumption was the spark
And we all wanted something better for us, as if we earned it
but do we deserve ****?
The fruit around the pit is something to aim for
and in fact, our only target
Tilting our games score
and rocking me to my core
and always leaves me wanting more
but I never know just what's in store
and I don't care if I end up poor
as long as I got a few drinks to pour.
But what we all wanted is something more,
most never get it
They pour those few drinks and it helps to forget it.
So what we all wanted is only ever true for a few
envious of others for keeping our wants in view.
And while being happy can be tough, letting go is harder too
but what we all wanted we'll never have,
and I'm happier since I knew.
Michael Cameron Vegh
Written by
Michael Cameron Vegh  Hamilton, Ontario
(Hamilton, Ontario)   
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