This was written three years ago by my now 16 year old friend. I think that a world without poetry and art is a world nobody deserves to live in, enjoy.
Dedicated to my future self,
Do you ever take the time to think?
Do you ever start to wonder?
About the good old days,
When you were afraid of thunder.
The times you spent, all the moments you shared
How you were given attention, how you were loved, how people cared
How you began to discover, that love was to please
You never had to worry, everything was at ease
Because being hurt only meant that bumps and bruises would cover your skin
You never had to worry if you looked fat, normal, or thin
Words were never thrown like rocks, pushing you to be a fighter
To fight this competing life, just trying to knock it down
And even when you try your best it never seems to get any brighter
Beauty to you was when playgrounds were filled
Never was it the world telling you,
That you have a whole new life to build
It meant the whole world to you, to see the look on your mother’s face
You were looking for happiness, it wasn’t money you had to chase
And when dawn goes down to day, you were hugged and embraced
Joy was never trying to fit in, or that math test you aced
It was being held by the hand, being told everything was okay
That nobody was going to leave you, that you’re loved ones are here to stay
Just look at where you are now
Trying to rush to the finish line
It’s not negativity you’re brushing off
No, no, it’s love you’d decline
Please don’t tell me you don’t have time!
Who are you going to spend the rest of your life with?
Your books, or your career in this life ain’t worth a single dime
It’s time to look at what really has value
The people you trust, the good ones who surround you
Don’t get me wrong cus I’m not talking about the ones you see on facebook
I’m talkin’ about reality, sitting together on your couch, looking through your old yearbook
Cus you’re life doesn’t consist of mainly sitting on a desk
Being humble just don’t work with being stressed
There’s nothing wrong with going out there and reliving it!
There was a point in your life where everything was all good
It wasn’t when you turned 18, or when you turned 21
No my friend, it was your childhood
So just pause for a minute, and be honest
Cus I bet you did think, and I bet you did wonder
About when you were content, about when you were younger