The Wisdom of Youth

In this daily hell
Of misery and grief
To the relentless beating
Of which there is no relief

I wander and think
What's the point
I will die anyway
If I just stopped living
On any given day

Would there be someone to mourn the loss
Or would it be a loss at all?
I will die, it's an eventuality
Would you care if I should fall?

I wonder to myself sometimes
And think I must be wrong
I just need to find the point
And keep on pushing on

The meaning is just buried
Beneath the surface of the lies
The truth I long to find
And the past I now despise

For all my searching
And all the years
The truth lies somewhere
In the joy and tears

I have missed it all to try and find
What I had all along
Those moments wasted
My youth now dead and gone

And this my child I give to you
Don't let it pass you by
Just let it happen and you will see
You don't need to question 'Why?'

You are fearless, you are free
And your youth is only short
You'll have time to think when you are old
But that short time it is has a greater worth

When spent creating moments
To keep you company when you are old
Memories are the treasure
That are worth more than gems or gold.