Achim Wollscheid

(10/13/93 / Leipzig, Germany)

Kids, Grow Up

When will kids grow up and become adults?
Will they play on the earth like a playground for long?
It never gets old how demeaning it is
When kids think that they rule the world,
And we let them believe that they own it.
I was once a kid, but kids grow up
And they come to replace the old,
And when I grew up I abandoned carelessness
Because others were counting on me to care.
Looking at these kids now, it’s very clear to see,
There is nothing good here,
Not even the beginning of seeds.
All I see is dirt, past the dirt is rough,
Past the rough is nothing,
And then that is the end.
Kids are very empty, they live to simply live,
And hate the fact that they’re living.
What happens if the kids don’t grow up,
They only wither away?
What will replace the old?
The world will just become a bitter, childish place.

Submitted: Saturday, May 29, 2010

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