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letra de youthtopia - allone (usa)

i think one of my favorite of all phrases
is: “ladies and gentleman, children of all ages”
it’s a reminder that number’s just what an age is
and spirit isn’t limited within bodies that contain it
back in the day, we were manic about skating
crazed antics, frantic to discover what wonders engaged us
we’ve since turned our back on those days
panicked, practically so ashamed
sadly “satisfied” by static lives
casting aside supposedly “old phases”
we saw it all clearly, loved the image which was painted
the “green h-rns” are the untainted who aren’t jaded?!

from friendly fresh meat to teens that act up
to stressed sheep since wrestling with rent week distracts us
going to “meet our ends” to “make ends meet” that’s a fact ’cause
necessity incessantly asks us to “clean our acts up”
and “act our age” as if a set path is paved?
so we put our masks on, trapped/betrayed act on stage
afraid, we trade our p-ssion plays for vapid trades
and rapidly cascade this latter-day masquerade
we can’t escape!
giving up on what revives us
that is saved for sat-rdays!
“too old for that” unless it’s work -ssignments
mortgages and tax to pay defines us
exhausted to be nine to fivers
benign survivors, beehive providers
realize there’s a such thing as a “mid-life crisis syndrome”
since it stings and strikes us
we’ve signed up to an un-fulfilling system

all most of us aim to do is regain our youth
the key aspect of that is to retain what’s you!
examine the grander canvas
repaint the hues:
let’s say life’s a mural you only have one palette
don’t you feel it’s moral to choose the colors dabbed around it?!

i know i’m an idealist, i’ve lived a life of privilege
but i’m realistic. i realize the need to provide for children
selflessly sacrifice to have a slice of that apple pie
american given standard of living!
let’s -n-lyze that a minute. let’s examine that…
what living standards do we actually have?!
what values do we lose to lure luxuries or fads in ads?
a m-ssive pride, a cl-ssic ride, a pair of nikes a mac device
cast aside our plans devised and past to find an advertised
paradise, that “provides” a mask designed to a m-ss disguise
valued by a plastic hype that just might run counter
to our golden gilded goals
as we “adapt” to times that tantalized
to fill our condos with consoles
to calm and console our conned souls

parents: we’ve grat-tude for the path that battered you
to p-ss us chances to advance but saddened for your p-ssions too!
backed into a corner broke your backs in two
contorted to afford and grant us that which you
hadn’t had but truthfully:
the attuned apt-tudes abandoned to do that
were intuitive attributes of who you are
now we a humbled husk of who you were
and ask if that’s what you really had to do?!
the tragic truth is, we rarely want to shadow you and
live the sacrificially scary example you set
in the shadow cast gloomily then, follow after your footprints
planted of canceled roots upset, trampled by stress and regret
we mean no disrespect
you played the cards you’re dealt, and really dad i’m blessed
you drew your hand, you took a gamble sat and bet
despite that you knew life had clearly stacked the deck
and the house is always ahead, so the head
of the household’s always in debt

i’ve heard it said “youth is wasted on the young”
so you’re saying we’re given useless tools once we’ve begun?
we only know to utilize our youthful lives once an adult is what we’ve become?
as though the trouble with youth is, we’re imbued with blueprints
but fumble befuddled unable to constructively use them?!
if “wisdom comes with old age”
and “ignorance is bliss”
then youthtopia could be defined
by naivety when we were kids
is knowledge an accomplished advantage?
“the more you think, the less you know” goes the adage
we’ve become backseat drivers that think in abstracts
experience breeds wisdom, life is an act to be practiced!
something’s absent, living isn’t achieved through armchair abstractions
or sterile experiments in labs had or diagrams to be glanced at
“time flies, you’ll see, wait til you’re older”
like physics insists that life in the cradle was slower?!
time doesn’t accelerate you’ve just nothing to celebrate
since you’ve succ-mbed lamely
to the mundane and unmemorable
when you’re reminiscing
your notes are non-existent or simply just forgettable
it’s not filling boxes on calendars and collectables
it’s fulfilling thoughts before you fill a box at the end of you!
that clock’s detestable gears grind, it really grinds my gears
it’s not the years in your life but the life in your years!
stop peering at time…spend time with your peers!
we’re a culmination of everything we’ve loathed and loved
is there really any such thing as “growing up”?!
we’re all of our ages, sewn of what we’ve known and done
so caught up and brought up on labels like old and young
what if the fountain of youth
was a foundation found within you?
or a cheat code placebo effect
effectively born out of a mood?!

- allone usa

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