who cares what we do
we are quick burning tinder
every new idea like a spark
they catch and set us alight.
set us off like firecrackers,
blue with shamelessness and
green with hopefulness,
red with anger that the fantasies were wrong.

who cares what we become
we are a gun ready to fire
like the fingers we point at our heads as a joke.
who shall we injure?
perhaps it will be the parents
with their never-ending echos of 'we only want the best'
or maybe ourselves
when the mirror starts cracking,
and our well-kept illusions cannot help but fade.

who cares what we think
we are still-sleeping dragons
young ones, not ready
to take on the world.
and they keep us this way
cause they know what will happen
once we figure life out,
they will wish they had cared.