Apologize to your elders right now,

Let them see your open mind now empty in all,

Let them see you respect them instead of suspect them,

Live by their rules rather than by your own now,

Laugh when they say you’ve done nothing with youth,

Stand with the last of the line and hold the doors for them,

Slide back in obscurity and obfuscate your insecurity,

Sans the self sufficiency and bark mad musings at the moon,

Smash your own synapse until your dulled dreams drift away from you.

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Or maybe,

You will not bow low,

Cower in a corner,

Say what you want to those that wield their age like a weapon,

But age is not a moniker of wisdom or maturity,

It is a scale of life,

Cut away from muscle and sinew you will stand as a felled tree with rings laid bear,

You will see the rings yet to form and the clear shed blood boiling up to your surface,

Know that’s it’s safe to separate and speak out because without your voice how can you sing?

© 2016 Jared “I.J” Steinberg. All Rights Reserved.

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