Young Minds

Money,
I don’t understand,
Truth,
I don’t understand.
Philosophy,
I don’t understand.
I’m not into giving,
I’m not into giving
my mind to these hands.
East,
I love you the same.
The West,
the same.
I’m in the middle,
where do I begin?
History’s over,
lost in the rain.
Do you know where
the art comes from?
Do you trust why the
idea was born?
Who do you trust
when the ideal falls?
It fell once,
it fell twice,
it will fall once in your life.
Not so easily,
effected,
but the story.
The beauty of a young mind,
it learns,
as much as it lies.