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Tales from the Vail
Home | ~*~Going Wrong~*~ | ~*~Spoken~*~ | ~*~Love Story~*~ | ~*~Dancing in the Night~*~ | ~*~Saying Goodbye~*~ | ~*~Cafeteria Dreams~*~ | ~*~Generation~*~ | ~*~Do You Feel It?~*~ | ~*~Don't Tell Me~*~ | ~*~Before The Storm~*~ | ~*~Trespassing~*~



There’s a transparent line between

Love, hate, and jealousy.

Everyday things go unnoticed and unseen,

Only to be discovered by people like you and me.

Society pretends that they don’t care,

Afraid to walk that thin wire.

Yet teenagers, they go and dare

To raise hopes higher.

They walk the streets everyday,

To be told that they aren’t getting anywhere.

But they’ll say what they have to say.

For us all just to listen would only be fair.

This generation won’t stop their drives

To fight against the rain.

They just want to change their lives…

So why, for that, do whe call them insane?

Poetry by Fiona Asylinn O'Shea