Those who can't figure it out
rebel;
call themselves rebels
make a lot of noise,
create a lot of chaos.
A cover for the lost and confused
'how dare you say I can't,
when I know I can;
just because
I don't know how to do it YOUR way.'
And so they say 'screw you!
I'll launch out on my own and make it ok,
do it the way I want.'
BUT,
it will all come back again one day...
when youth has faded
when rebellion is gone
when they want to be heard
when they need to really matter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem