Teenagers

We often let the illusion of power drunk. And we like, refusing to accept that it's just an illusion. Because we want to do art, we wasted in vain to feel that we live, we disintegrate into being to confirm us. We want to be artists, living always ephemeral and long hair waving in the wind on the fun at those who have not yet managed to close their eyes and see beyond the world that was imposed. We are aware of the duality and now learning to exploit. And we always like children receive their first toy, turning it on all sides and checking every detail. We like to study as long as we do ourselves. We love and live as long as it hurts us every time and we are sure falls. We ran and stumbled, fall and hurt us, but remain always with a smile. Are floating, misunderstanding, dreamy, lost, irrational. Are we, the dreamers, walking mattress, woven one into another street. Are we, who have the courage to overthrow a world without being met, those who denied the reality before you know it. Are we, who watch with your arrogant in reality founded on experience mediocre and dare to shake the foundations with ideas and life experiences. So are we, teenagers.