A Young Lad
Each day he dons a mask
And a cape of convention
Wanton thoughts and rebellious ideas
Tease the vigour of his spirit
Some days he knows what he wants
Some days he wants what he knows
Some days he wants what's wanted of him
But at the end of most days
He wonders what he needs
This world we're all born into
Comes with illusion and preordained hierarchy
A part of him wants to conform
And succeed by the parameters of society
Yet a different part of him yearns
To live in the energy that is now
To breathe the crispness of a single moment
To succeed by his parameters
To be a truth
And a devotee of choice
For in his heart, he longs for simplicity
For beauty that is sincere
And, because of its sincerity, overwhelming
He wants to taste and feel
And pioneer his own discovery
Oh the war of his mind, heart and soul
Sometimes its two against one
Sometimes its each fighting for itself
No matter which
He is the battlefield
He is both the victor and the defeated
He is the injured, the survivor and the dead
This young lad on a lonesome journey called life.