Impressionable Youth.

Someday, it’s true
You wake up knowing how exactly to be you
Nothing a little gratitude and perspective won’t do
Diagnosis prescribed
Seemingly pickle
Been so long floating underground
Scraps of particulate matter
Gold platted bayonets
Firing squad messenger
Associations don’t hide
Like sacred grounds
Releasing mounds
I need to ask, do you enjoy the sound of wet pavement?
Because those before you
Endure no more 
No less than the point of every fractal
Symbols, icons, words burn even faster
Speaking tongues is healing
From each breath is what we share
Our inertia until it blows
Out enduring generational ties
Impressionable youth ride each tide
Seeking position 
Just right.

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