Friday, April 15, 2011

Hostility of Youth

Playground riptides,
Pull you back to another time,

When little attention was given,
To anything outside immediacy,

Where did spontaneity run afoul?
What breathes taken made them shallow,

Was a shackling thrust upon their feet?
Holding hostage the spryness of mobility,

So much agile were we then,
Back when dreams were real,

And faith backed our beliefs,
Not like today,

Today we are not the same

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