Are you a running teen?
Let's talk and we'll beginAll the songs
the poems
the tragic plays
the dawning birth
the beauty of the ancient ways
All the art in the past
Let's talk about that
Why are we not learning?
Are they not more than just
being hang on the wall,
for the sake of seeing?
Being plastered on the scroll,
all the inks just for reading?
Maybe we're caught up
to romance too much
we crown ourselves the love-me kings,
Maybe we're all just out of touch
we quench out thirsts
in search for love-me queensWe are the running teens
Our heads and legs inversed
Don't know which way we're going
Don't know what our sored muscles bring
Clean the fins of the fishes that swim
inside the fish bowl you are drowningAll the rifles
the pistols
the cannon balls
All the bows
the arrows
armageddons
All the wars in the past
Let's talk about that
Chaotic driving forces
of whether flags are waved unclean
The lips' sparked matches
thrown at concaved grenade ears,
they travel through the air unseen
Maybe we're caught up
to romance too much
we bring it to our graves,
Maybe we're all just out of touch,
in need for candles, flowers
and prayers every yearWe are the running teens
Our heads and legs inversed
Don't know which way we're going
Don't know what our sored muscles bring
Drive slowly the truck
on that risky blind curve
Hurry and see the ending you deserveIs ten years old the perfect time
to write about these things?
Are sensual sighs the perfect rhyme
to pair with wives & one-night flings?
We slip it in our white soaped mouths
each second we converse
Love - let's talk about that
For even infants have their verse(But is it really found within?)
The pulses it takes to utter the word
are nothing but mere words
(But can we show it, then?)
That must be something
that our lifeless gadgets can't affordAll the art in the past
The rifles and cannons
The loveteam magazines
The heartbreak that it brings
(We are the running teens)
We're caught up to romance too much
We all submit ourselves to it
(We fall in love with traps)
We're all just out of touch
We blindly go for it
(And feel our toes wander across the map)
We're all the running teens
(Our heads and legs inversed)
We're all the running teens
(I guess we're all just cursed)
We are the running teens
We are the running teens
Let's talk and we'll begin- theptwelve
June 22, 2020