Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Rise again I must,
Flashes of the past,
Reality cant touch,
Paces do I adjust?
Like soldiers who march,
Blurry view while moving fast,
Weight of the world on my shoulder,
That aint too much?
Elite control of mind,
With a modest phrase to catch,
Soaking in all joy with an aim to make them last,
Words uttered to fellow brethrens,
Taken in but lacking trust,
Analysed and broken down to parts,
Vocalised and boomeranged into the world with a blast,
But i'll lose my identity not,
For I am a youth wellgrounded and steadfast.