Tuesday, October 19, 2004

From a Generation Yet Unmoulded

Be careful
You hold our minds in your hands
We give you our attention and a piece of our
Very soul
Don’t shout
Don’t try to give us all the answers
A mind filled suddenly has no room
No time to grow and it will burst
Pieces on the floor of a puzzle far beyond our understanding
You are powerful more so than you may comprehend
So be aware
Give us room to breathe speak decide
A word of utmost importance let us
Who what why
We will be

Don’t judge us yet
Don’t shut us down
Don’t tell our minds not to grow
When you say that’s what you care about
Tell us of freedom then give it to us
Don’t impose your version of that sacred thing

We each need to find our own

Be careful
We are listening.


Blogger monika said...

I like your writing very much,
greetings from Poland

10:55 AM  

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