Point break

Welling up inside,
Only random noises left, rampant
Triggerless, snapped back at the shadow
Leafless branches seem fickle
Yet carry years of potential
Sunlight that beam through the dark
Another ray of hope
To cling through these stormy day

kids

those pristine mind
pure, malleable
waiting for decades old sage
to frame the mind
to free their innocence
to lead them astraight
to push up the wall of life

spectrum of incognitos
reckoned to be forced
aside and set

funny and straight
humble and simple
wishful and pragmatic

they will walk for another century
wiping our sins
as lost sages