The one thing I remember
Is
My youth.
The one thing I remember from my youth
Is noise;
hearing it, bearing it,
But not quite making it.
I was always part of the crowd, No ,not the one I’d found
But the one to which,
Because of society’s chains I was bound.
I remember;
People making plans they wouldn’t follow through
people handing out promises they would break because it’s something they were used to,
Vows made for forever meant to last through the years
I remember ending just as surely as did December
I remember the noise made by people
So from my Youth;
I remember people.
I remember being judged
I remember being told what to do
I remember people hurting other people
Because they’d been hurt too
I remember being told I was wrong
Because instead of following society’s opinion I trusted my own
I remember people feeling entitled demanding and expecting all kinds of things because they claimed they had a right to.
But I believe we all know the same truth that all these pointless expectations are the only reason For all the unnecessary complications
That come with human relationships.
I remember humans being inhumane
Don’t you just think it’s kind of funny?,
How being human doesn’t guarantee humanity?
I remember learning this
And I remember learning a lot of other things that didn’t makes sense
So Yeah, From my youth I remember education
The creative suffocation.
What is the point of learning about the past if it doesn’t teach any lessons to the future?
I remember learning economics theories
With barely any economic contribution because their application
In the real world is almost irrelevant.
I remember being taught the most submissive form of discipline
I remember working so hard for
A future I didn’t believe in.
I remember putting a hold
On those dreams I used to chase
I remember living my life
In a disillusioned haze
Because I succumbed to a system
Which placed society above everything else
I remember sacrificing myself
For this illusion of social organization
But I got by;
Found ways to pass the time
I remember finding comfort in the colorful skies
I remember the clouds, the rain
I remember the different mesmerizing shades
Of the sunrise and the sunset
I remember making mistakes
I remember fooling around with friends
I remember having worries
As significant as the quick passing days
I remember all those songs I sung Oh God!
I remember being young.
But I remember growing old
I remember growing up at a young age
In the world that could not indulge
My childish innocence.
I remember those times with a nostalgia that makes me blue
The kind of pain you associate with some things
That are just too beautiful.
I get it now.
Harry Baker Understood it too
The simple real common truth
That growing up is something every child gets to do
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