Missing Summer

(This is an excerpt)

Let’s shake off the chains that are connected to our brains
Let’s be free from the land of the foolishly brave
Let’s not fight for causes where victory is a loss for us
Let’s find our own goals that mean more to us.
I cry tears of lyrics when I listen to our future generations degenerating,
As we squander education, it’s disgracing
And as I get older I feel guilt for the youth
Because it’s no longer what my parents did
Its about what I do.
I try to only think about finding solutions
But I’m lost in nostalgia, mirages, and illusions.
I can’t let the past sleep -
I fear it will be the deep sleep of the dead
And as I try to look ahead, I’m so afraid of what’s next . . .