Kids

Hey, you! Who's there? Come back, you punk-ass bitch!

And I can remorsefully say that this

Might just be what the new kids say these days

The first sentence was in my mind - thinking

About a logical sentence they'd say

But it seems too exaggerated, no?

However, I am not exempt from words

I am not grandfathered from the labels

What makes it worse is that you can call me

One of the new kids on the block as well

But I'm dissimilar from those group of

Kids - I often spend time dreaming, you know?

I often dream of consummated thoughts,

A visualized notion for a group

A significance on a silver screen

A metonym for interpretation

While the world will probably stand quiet

And I wait for the praise - I'm just a kid

Who dreams instead of accepting the world

But I'm the unconventional species

You once used to pay for the games, you know?

I am the introverted one, you know?

With the population on their smartphones,

Their Twitters and their Instagrams,

I prefer human contact with one who

Shares my ideas, one who builds the boat

And sails me to the place I want to be

Indeed, I might try to escape humans

Still I fancy to have a colloquy

With a creative intellectual

Huh, that's funny - I am still just a kid

Who wants to debate with figures of gold

But I'm a compassionate cat - your friend

I've always had that quality of love

And as you climb - a mountaineer of your

Problems and your sorrows, I'll be your tool,

Carabiner or special rope

And if you crave that idea, I'll hold

Or I'll high-five, or I'll tell you something

I might even tell you how I do feel,

But I would want you to be happy,

To, despite the risks and future, live

I shouldn't say that - I am just a kid

Who has friends and wants them to carry on

But despite the fact that they have their phones

And the Internet seems to be their friend,

I don't really want to be here right now

I want to go home, I want to go home

Can I please see myself from a young age?

I covet that funny feeling I had

Back then to my time on the countryside,

When I lived in a big house I first knew

Meeting my childhood friends, wish them luck -

To call them now is a fool's paradise,

With my grandmother and the vibe she had,

Listening to music, alone in spite

Of my family and all my close ones

But to diverge from those fateful events

Imprinted on appropos memories,

To reminisce those heartful episodes

It reminds me that I'm still a kid

A kid who wants to be someone himself

A kid who wants to write his own folklore

A kid who wishes to travel the world

A kid who is challeneged upon himself

A kid who wishes to find the right one

A kid who wants to stay the same, myself

But a kid who can smile and say, 'Hello'

I could never find the right way to tell

My friends and all of my relatives

Everything but the kitchen sink, the sink

But I will love them like I love myself

And I will take the emotional luggage

I know there will be some hard times ahead,

I know that some people will soon be gone

I know that there is the end of the road

And I don't know what adventure it calls

I know that I might be lonely, possibly

And there might be no one left to help me

But as long as I have my people, the

Journey won't be over - When I'm older

And I look at my pictures, memories

That I might not remember anymore

I want myself to remember those times

When the world set the stage for a small kid