Daring truths,

And crystal lies;

We’re planting roots

That reach the skies.

Quiet storms,

Nothing to fear;

What we mourn,

No one hears.

Clothing shredded

On the battlefield-

What we mended

Is now our shield.

We get battle-scars

For the sake of glory;

Scars on hearts

Make up our story.

We want results

Without the pain;

We act like adults

For the sake of gain.

We think squeaky clean

Is the dream,

But getting lean

Has a theme.

A restless mind

And untapped potential

Is an ambitious drive

With growing credential.

If a silver spoon

Is life’s meaning

Then we have doomed

All our dreaming.

An easy life

Is boredom’s drum,

Because the road less traveled by

Is the most adventurous one.