We are the hope

By Ceginna Shi

 

We are called the hope of the century,

Like the glory raising in the country.

They count on us to get the dark buried,

And a brighter future carried.

So we sit in our classes with our eyes locked on the boards,

And our hands holding pens like we are writing notes,

But our brains have jumped out of the room,

Into a wider, wilder world.

 

We spend every minute on thinking about rebel,

We blocked every elder’s advice and trash them on the ground,

We stepped on them and walked up the stairs,

With our eyes rising gazing the stars.

Cause that’s just what life is all about, huh?

 

We call each other in the middle of the night,

Sneak out of the bed and sneak into the pub,

We drank beer using our fake ID,

We flirt with strangers to pick up a fight.

The colorful neon lights sparking,

Shins on our young faces,

Like some unreal midnight sunlight,

Sinking into the ice-cold lake.

The dirty words we spill,

They are used to cover our fear;

The heavy make-up we put on,

They are used to hide our fragile soul.

But hey, what do we have left without fancy outfits?

 

We facebook with our blackberry or iphones,

And text to cheat on our tests,

Using shorten phrases no one else gets.

We have cigarettes between our fingers,

Because the way smoke slip through our lips,

Like life fading every nips,

It is just too cool to resist.

We make art on every inches of skin,

Tattoo them or pierce to put a ring of king,

We laugh with pain,

Our blood is drain,

On the cloth it stain,

Still we stick our shiny tongue out.

But hey, what do we have left without cool acts?

 

We went to the mall with our cut-short skirts,

We steal from the shop just for kicks,

On our faces there are smirks,

Like what we have when we take alcohol, hemp and sleeping pills,

Or having sex on headmaster’s desk.

Come on, we do it for kicks,

And to prove who we are when none of us knows.

However, the way wind bring up our hair,

When we are high on the highway to hell,

It just turns us on.

But hey, wait a second, stop right there,

What do we have left without kicks and risks?

 

To those who wanna save us,

We give them the middle fingers,

We know we are lost without a reason to live,

But hell, like we are gonna admitted that.

They are the ones who are wrong cause we are always right,

They are the ones who are outta time cause we are the latest lights.

Like two roads diverged in the wood,

We always take the throne-filled rose.

 

But still,

We are the hope of the century,

So come on,

Think of a reason why we are here.

Why are we sitting in the class listening to nonstop history, chemistry, psychology and sociology?

Why are we living this life?

Why do we have our eyes opened wide?

Think about it, man.

Think about it,

Then maybe tomorrow,

We will live through it and grow up.