We're the broken youth.
No matter what choice we choose, it is not any good.
The reason we're here we can never reckon,
What if we say, 'we were blown by the storm? '
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so burn fight realize what you are dreamin never worry about whatever thank for the brave poem
Quite poignant! Take it that the youth with vibrant enthusism and energetic spirit can never be broken!
O so poignant. You have captured the substance of youth in context of the continual plight of facing the great rain. We all find ourselves broken, and hence, we all have wings to bring ourselves beyond the storm.....perhaps we cannot reckon why we're here, but there are indications that the storm of creativity may offer us a means of making contact with others who are awake and in beauty. And this may be the secret to it all...
Thoughts of the young Muse. Good write