Problems with authority
We were like vigilantes
Who swiftly moved
From one spot to another
Like undercover rebels
A bunch of kids who meddled
In things they shouldn’t
Growing up too fast for their own good
But who should they have listened to
They weren’t sure what they wanted
The freedom of youth and the wisdom of getting older
Such a contradicting delusion
Carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders
Would soon anchor them down
Before it was passed on to the next generation
Unless they solved the mysteries themselves