The Young and the Free

We are the young, the young and the free,

Stalling the world to make history.

We are the ones, the ones full of hope,

Who with all our work, are trying To cope.

We are the ones, the ones with the choice,

Those who dream will most certainly rejoice.

We are the ones, trying to live up to a name,

Keeping heads up, walking right past the shame.

We are the gifted, potential, our gift,

To go past the idea, and make it to the drift.

We are the ones, changing on the go,

Blowing in the wind, moving in the flow.

We are the ones, the dazed and confused,

Wise as an owl, dumb as a fuse.

We are the ones, almost never with a plan,

Separated we'd fall, but together we can.

We are the ones, filled with love and joy, 

Who simply "remember" being a little girl or boy.

We are the ones who one day, will lead,

And this is our time to shine and succeed.

We are the ones with this time in our hand,

To leave our footprints onto the sand.

Well, we are the young, the young and the free,

Awaiting the world to make history...

                             - ASK

The Day I Grew Up

The day I grew up was the day I understood.

The day I grew up was the day, on my two feet, I stood.

The day I grew up was the day my gratitude, I did show.

The day I grew up was the day I let go.

The day I grew up was the day I simply knew.

The day I grew up was the day I noticed the cast AND the crew.

The day I grew up was the day, knowing the risk, I acted.

The day I grew up was the day, knowingly, good fortune I attracted.

The day I grew up was the day I saw everyone in their light.

The day I grew up was the day I fought my own fight.

The day I grew up was the day I saw a smile can change.

The day I grew up was the day I looked at the world, strange.

                        - ASK

#Philosophy 01

I've been reading this book called The Philosophy Book [DK], and I'm going to be posting some stuff I like... 😃

Parts To Be Played

Am I real?
Or am I false?
I haven't no idea,
But I want to hear the calls.

I'm a character who got left behind,
In a story yet to come.
I'm the part of the song,
The writer forgot to hum.

I'm just stuck here,
Wedged in his head.
And I'm as real as a boy,
Yet as dead as a bed.

Easy it had seemed,
So I let myself go.
Carelessly I dreamed,
Ended before I could know.

There's things that tell me not to,
Yet things that tell me to.
Because there are things I've yet to say,
And things I've yet to do

There's something on inside,
That keeps me going.
I want to touch the water,
In the river that is flowing.

I've had enough,
I'm jumping in.
Either I'd kick the ball,
Or get kicked in the shin.

No matter big or small,
There's a part I have to play.
With every step I take,
His word I have to obey.

It's a small price for me,
That yet I have to pay.
Because there's things I have to do,
And things I have to say.

                     - ASK