The Glass Youth
April 25, 2017
These are the best years of our lives
But don’t you know, you’ll reap what you sow?
For us, the joy of being young has yet to arrive
We cannot relate to your sentimental prime
Golden days like ocean waves,
Ebb and flow gently through time
Unbound, uncaged, like birds flying free
With memories to cherish of your days wild and careless
The age of adventure, growth, and learning who you’ll be
Bittersweet stories may fade, softly
Your life’s glisten turned into our ambition
How we covet your melancholy
The age of adventure and growth has rearranged,
In a new nation of strict education
The nature of adolescence warped and changed
The pressure of perfection slashing students like a blade
Do your clubs, APs, applications, SATs
Giggling children mutate into test scores and grades
Drowning, slowly, under anxiety’s tumultuous seas
We learn to strangle inside eight poison Ivys’ tangles
Stretched rubber bands snap just to succeed
Legs crumbling under the mountain on our shoulders
This is fine, we shouldn’t whine
We’ll understand when we’re older
Blooming flowers wither when strain takes its toll
Sisyphean ambition implodes into oblivion
When the brightest stars burn out, what was your role?
The glass youth stress ‘til they shatter
Students with focus neglect life’s sweet roses
Life is a book, read chapter by chapter
Break the chains of competition away
Can’t we remember when we were free, living life as it should be?
Without stress smothering us morning, night, and day
We want your glowing, unrestrained sunrise
We want to reminisce about the years that we’ll miss
We want to say these are the best years of our lives