Watching and learning, listening to the beat,
Wondering, speaking, understanding the reality.
The new, the old, the strange, the unreal,
The known, unknown and mysterious.
Do, Don't , Yes, No all misunderstood.
The bad, The rowdy the 'special',
All different, But still The same.
The good, the kind, the thoughtful,
That we are, but not quite the same.
They are right, but we are wrong.
We know,
They do too.
They think,
As do we.
But we are still different.
Some are bad,
Some know more.
Some are different,
Some just are normal.
But still we are 'the same'.
They watch us,
We look back.
They think we are wrong,
We try but fall.
Still we're not quite there.
We age,
We learn.
We speak,
We understand.
Soon we'll be like them.
They leave us here,
Not quite here or there.
Misunderstood and unknown,
As we reach for what they have.
They think we'll always be this way.
We change and grow,
And reach what they had.
We understand,
The next generation don't.
They have changed like we did.
Never the same,
We change over the years.
No generation the same,
Portrayed as different every time.
'This is what we are'.
Will we ever be like them?
Or is this all just a dream, a fantasy?
Or is this who we are destined to be?
Do we have to choose?
Child or Adult, We will never know
This is us.
