There is no youth

The young cannot feel youth

We stuff their mouths

With bitter grapes

So why do we fume

When their mouths

Overflow with wine

Their minds were

Beautifully ignorant

Empty of our world’s

Stifling desires and views

So we fill them with

So much nothing

Until they overflow

We remove their insides

There are gears where

Their hearts should be

And they turn on

And on, and on, and on

To the same clinking

They will convince you

This is your heartbeat

But the children remember

When the song was their own