January 6, 2014

We Were But Youths



We were but youths
Minds being poured
Into the molds of adulthood
Pushed and pulled
Fingers pressed against
Our thoughts
We felt, we feel
A tangible change
We are but youths
Young and impressionable
Thirsting for wisdom
The cup of knowledge
Yet begging
The probing fingers of knowledge
To push gently
For our thoughts are comfortable
In these familiar shells
Holding
Our impressionable minds
The cost of growth
Is painful
And we are but youths
Hungry for change
But scared of these searing
Growing pains.