By the lake, where the noises soothe you.
A beautiful place for the youth.
Gazing at the sky as if they will never die.
Following a path they’ve been told is right,
As if those who told them have the foresight.
On a bridge to success,
Something our generation has obsessed.
We’re becoming a mess. With all of us stressed.
The idea of failing has made us depressed,
Yet none of us will confess to the regrets.
We have been left on this bridge.
Waiting to be saved,
Our minds now enslaved.
Following the only thing that’s green in sight,
No such thing as nature in our minds.
Waiting for the idea that we might not end up lost.
But what will it cost…
Written by Jason Vukelaj
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