To be but a child to get away with being crazy and wild. Having police punishments given out to them that will only be mind. When there's old oceans, reservoirs, rivers and streams there will always be old human beings. To be but a child to never be silent but always be told to be quiet. Lingering in the dust when all trust is lost. While the birds sings as we try to live out our dreams. As everyone wishes we can stay as young human beings.
This poem is about youth and old age and the constant struggle they have to express there voice.