Words of wisdom from a 15 year old
Who feels the that the world is weary
Who thinks nothing is posing
Not even a quarter of his life through
And already he's 'supposing'
Inexperince and indifference brood
Is it a matter of faith
or the will to take evething at face value?
feeling abandoned and betrayed
wearing makeup to the campy and vague
maybe even a frustrated fey
Everthing is apperance
and everything is done for the experience
but can he even fathom
all the entangling thoughts so randomly placed
to avoid the blank look on his face?
You fight to be a non-conformmist
Oh, but you will soon be
One of Us
You cry out to be an anarchist
but you relish your material possessions
your lovely ipod
So uniqely 'you'
but you didn't know
some ad excutive sure fooled you...
A late bloomer
A mark on the chart
Commorcialism is an art
And you, lovely 15 year old
are the intended market
didn't think we'd fool you?
what music are you listening to?
Black is uniform