Chiseled boys and pretty girls
Are told exactly what they're worth
The mirror their one and only maker
The quiet ones they stow away
The pages offer some escape
The solitude of undiscovered chapters
Introverted extroverts
They don't know if they'll sing their hurt
Or swallow it and write about it later
Desperate for their right to be
Empowered by 'most anything
This adolescence screaming from the rafters
The winners, the wise, the lonely and the roamers
Beginners, with time, but slowly growing older
They turn the pages, so they say
Begin to prep their resumes
And dream of life beyond these crowded hallways
Relationships aren't meant to stay
Once vivid, they begin to fade
Now parts in plays were far too old to star in
The weeks they turn to months and then
Before we know it, we begin
To wonder who that face is in the mirror
We still feel the youth in us
Divine and hidden truth in us
Our adolescence whispers don't move faster
The winners, the wise, the lonely and the roamers
Beginners, in time, but the only path is forward
Time becomes a twisted joke
The more we fight, the fire's stoked
And we've begun to barter with the embers
The long and winding path we take
The twists and turns average away
Revealing what it was that we were after
Blinded by the wash of time
We find it hard to reconcile
Our dreams are now just stories we remember
But a smile washes over me
Though joy for life turned bittersweet
Our adolescence echoes on in laughter
The winners, the wise, the lonely, and the roamers
Beginners, in kind, won't know it when it's over
The sinners, the blind, the lonely, and the sober
A glimmer, of fight, they know that it's not over