Being

Just be nothing, 
until you're different, 
I really want to say. 
Just take your time, 
And be yourself, 
Today, from day to day. 
Just be at rest, 
In all these tests, 
And stand, then stand again. 
Be what you are, 
And what they need, 
Until they're girls and men. 
The path to change, 
is found within, 
There's really not much new. 
The passing trade, 
The passing age, 
Holds little left for you. 
The cockroach rules, 
The nest consumes, 
Its young so lost, so cruel, 
Assimilates the dead as food, 
Their blood and tissue too, 
And all its life as fuel. 
Eats and feasts, 
And eats and feasts, 
And slurps & burps & drools, 
The young are gone, 
Their lives set free, 
As petrified, young ghouls.
We live to sail another sea, 
Our mission isn't done, 
We fight & fight, expose & fight, 
Wherever there's still sun. 

©GONZOLECTURE