Soon You Will Learn
Soon you will learn
That there's so much to learn,
That life is much more
Than the books you return
To a library you hide in
And can't ever protect you
Like the loving arms
Of someone you're close to.
Soon you will learn
That you're much more
Than the money you earn,
The clothes you wear
On a body that's terribly harmed
When you try to compare
To a model in a picture
Who's been photoshopped to death,
While you're wasting time,
Spending time in worthless attempts,
Of becoming someone who's worse than
Who you truly are.
Soon you will learn
That you don't need someone
To love who you are.
But when you find someone
Who gives you pride in being
Such outstanding individual,
Who makes a frown into a smile,
Wipes your tears when they fall,
Gives you time, while
Their own time is slipping away;
Then you've found someone who
Doesn't make you,
But completes you.
Like a puzzle full of pieces.
Then maybe you will have learned
Just a bit of what's love,
Just a bit of what's life.
People devote all their time
To make up for the time.
Going to college,
Getting a job,
Having children,
Avoiding the slob
Of a life their parents would shame.
Children drudge in their rooms,
To memorize the many books
For the class next morning,
In a school that outlooks
The true value they hold,
Above the grades
And all the prizes
Of a 4.0 student
Who's terrified of losing
Dignity as someone
Who's not a doctor or a lawyer;
Who's dead when they're done
Desperate to earn a simple dollar.
Soon you will learn
That the time you have here,
Is not about learning
All you possibly can,
But learning what you must
To become the leading man,
Of a crowd full of empty shells
That long for the same
Empty conquests they claim.
Soon you will learn
That all those mistakes,
The broken hearts,
The wrong loves,
The nights of sorrow,
The pitiful people
Who made you miserable
And shadowed your joy
Were simply blockheaded victims
Of a world that's been lost in the myst
Of wrong values,
Of hatred and fear,
Of a shallow
Wasteland surfaced by an atmosphere
Made of foul existence
And terrible despair.
Soon you will learn
That words mean nothing,
That actions speak louder
Than the loving syntax of poetry.
Which holds you hostage of the meaning
Of utopian possibilities
That have been desired and created
But won't seem to come true.
As the time that's been wasted
Wasn't actually wasted on you.