In a society of predominant ways
What one does, proceeds into an infinite chain.
I wish for the past yesterday’s, one of these days.
Still why must they think the mainstream is worth to gain?
They operate from pressure, lacking in the truth.
Though it is not all of us who lie to get by
For what I'm striving to prove, is based on the youth.
If only time was a thief soaring through the sky.
I feel I'm not welcome to what is “the new age, “
Someone please take me back to 1983
The things I stand for are locked away in a cage.
If society didn't suck, I'd have the key.
Acting like endless strings of mockingbirds chirping
I seek the blackbirds singing in the dead of night.
When they say what they want to say, hope starts churning.
If hope remains, then the mockingbirds may take flight.
In a world lacking of extraordinary
How I wish for anything but ordinary.
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Teenage Wasteland
PoetryA collaboration of thoughts and stories turned into poems from your not so everyday teenager They could mean something or nothing to you And they could mean anything you want them to mean.
