PISAY, WHEN

What's the best part of our lives?
Standing on the sharp edge of the knives
With friends along on our sides
Companions forever across the tides
Times when trouble never cease
Like leprosy or plaguing disease
Finding within ones self the beast
Blinded by an unknown mist
The change of self is dramatic
Like glass turn into plastic
Things happening we can't predict
Trying to reach the sky like an addict
Maturity is coming to sense
Outlook of life getting more dense
Looking through a very thick lens
Young warriors with paper and pens
Life is getting stranger
Not knowing wether it is worse or better
Mine happened because of one letter
Others like me become stronger
This is my high school life

31 january 2002