Children running towards such greatness,
Adults slowly backing away to much darkness.
As we began to breathe we thought
such light was beautiful; as we start to age
we do nothing but think of it as evil.
Can we make up our indecisive minds about what
is wrong and what is right; about what is
dark and what is light; what is good and the bad?
As our bones grow up strong, science proves that
they are meant to die weak. Because
even if we die by a hit and run or a crashing bike,
then our bones are meant to break; we will fight for
our lives on the edge of a death we do not want.
If it's life we do not wish for, and we are on the
brink of giving up, then life we shan't have
and we will die like a present under the
family's outrageous Christmas tree, a present
too large for Santa to fit under its leaves.
Because on the edge of the unseen cliff, we
know that we won't go down without a fight,
but we understand and don't understand the meaning of
"sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me."