The Reckless Ones Poem by Kerri White

The windshield drowns in moisture
No one can judge us now
Can't hear our intellect now
How can they say we're different now?
They can't see our originality
through the window tint
Can't hear our voices over their own emptiness
Water the seeds to murder the crop
hide the burdens to birth the stupidity,
yet after all that, we're the reckless ones.

Why expect they could see through clear glass
when they can't even render themselves?
Little cowards with so much potential
throwing it away for a quick glance at society

If the crowd measures individuality
we'd be the big zero, but numerous in translucency
beaten to death with today's extremely 'high' standards,
built on a reputation that denies morals their existence,
yet after all that, we're the reckless ones

To be described as such but feel so relaxed;
we're not the ones demolishing our future's potential.
Maybe tommorrow, today will mock the unjustified yesterday
Maybe they'll fall into an inevitable maturity;
Maybe they'll fall into us,
yet after all that, we're still the reckless ones