You don't know us,

Unless you've been there,

We live differently,

We live our ways,

We fight our ways,

We make our own decisions,

Without parents,

Without any real danger,

But you see it all as danger,

In that worn book

With its black etched pages

Scribble marked paths

You chose through the ages

Even paqes wished forgotten

Outnumber those loved

Paper winqs ripped out

And thrown flittering up above

My mind is a library

Sorted thoughts of countless words

Memories of different years

Information stored upon thousands of shelves

One little push on one of the shelves

And they will all collapse like dominos

Behold the cage in the papers lines

Where history will stay behind

A prison for my free thoughts

Where my free words are being caught

In my wonder for my own ways

I wonder where my words will stay