Youth Society

Sitting at home, restless, all alone, waiting for the sun to reach out from the
sky — arise — please wake me up inside; I’m tired of just getting by.
Broke and stoned, staring at your phone, is an awful way to spend your time so
open up your mind and try and try to recognize how you ever got this blind.
I believe there’s much more to be than settled at eighteen.
Breath, then death, is drilled into our heads — this life’s a life at best.
When you’re young, everything seems fun but soon enough it’s clear to see that
all the days spent drifting away — in the summer sun — are lost and gone.
The time is now for us to make a sound — or lose ourselves to normalcy because
the day is near, when the world will here:
that this is now — the youth’s society.
I’m tired