Why is it that the search for truth
is so often left to those of youth?
It seems that as our world grows old
the passion fades; the blood runs cold.
It’s said that wisdom comes with age
so we should dance life final stage.
But accepting chains is what I see;
rebellion is what will set us free.
And yet, for most, it’s days gone by
hearts and minds reached for the sky.
Now settled into lifes long drudge
we don’t rebel – we simply judge.