Fearless

The world is beautiful

and you are wonderful.

I see people shrinking

in towns–waiting; wasting.

To say it’s a judgement

to speak the truth

would confine the youth

from breaking loose.

So here’s some truth,

for the hopeless few:

The world is vast,

yet you know your past.

Frozen, afraid, and doubtful

you’ll last

You stay awake in your slumber

The years turning to numbers.

You know you waste

and yet make no haste.

Quick! Get out! Go!

You are your greatest foe.

Be strong–

No one else has your heart.

If you shrink now

who will do your part?