Youths can possess a naïve mentality,
Condemning authority with passion.

Seeking a quest for freedom,
Battling the restraints from parental rules.

Unaware that the chains are for protection,
Shielding them from the weapons on earth.

Independence strikes with extreme force,
Knocking adults down with responsibility.

The desired dream is now feared,
Frightened by the accountable freewill.

In the moment of present day bliss,
We wonder if the next day will still offer wealth,
Hoping that tomorrow can still possess gold.

The journey to good fortune is an unpredictable path,
Like rolling dice in a game of chance.

The future holds no guarantees,
Leaving tomorrow a mystified puzzle.

Forget about the mystery of the unknown.

Instead, move with the currents of the ocean—
Continuing in stride with each flow.

The artificial horse is on the track of repetition.

As I sit on this boring ride,
I know precious moments are wasted with each spin.

The carousel is igniting sparks in my mind,
Ready to explode with the fuel of impatience.

In order to get off the wheel of boredom,
I must take a stand and stop going in circles.