Growing up.

We run through temporary places in our lives,
Trying to make a legacy
People will remember our names.

What they remember
Is more frivolity
Than sophistication.

Nobody sees the bigger outlook
It only slowly unravels itself to us
As time goes by, and by, and by.

Our lives are like a carrousel,
Twirling round and round,
Again and again.

Transforming it’s repetitiveness
With a design of genuine disguise,
Just to make the quality of our days
Slither past us,

On to the next.
Sincerely believing
There will be no consequences.
Confidence has blinded us.

Eventually this tradition
Will reach the optimum culmination

Some will never fully appreciate,
The end of the entire scheme
Will astonish them.

Some will allow the vast plot
To enhance their lives
They will echo
Throughout the world.

It’s time to make that decision,
Who do you want to be?

The few of us that will reverberate
Through the airways of life
Leading the crowd

Or the many of us that will
Allow all of it to belittle them
The defeated.