enduring the future.

Passing a neighbooring pasturage
I gazed at the cattle standing calm
still, waiting, but for what?

Fenced in-having no where to go
nothing to see but passing cars
Living a simplistic life
Onced dreamed by the elaborate eyes of humans

Shall we compare thee to a society for the young?
Baracaded by the contolled arms of adults
That wish to see nothing more but for us to fail.

Us, waiting patiently to leave this land we once called home,
Actually encouraged to pass along unto our future.

But how is this possible when we know no more
Than the space we've been trapped in our whole lives.

Shown nothing of, but this little right angled shape.

fenced in.
Not able to leave.

But able to see.
Able to visualize the world out of that Town
Able to dream of your soul and mind wandering out of that pasture.

No one can take your creative nature,
So dream
Because the humans that Marked you
Held you hostage in that field,
They'll withdrawl you from your dreams

And Thats when you'll truly be dead.