Walking through mist of what we see as now,

We see oblivion, bombarded with clouds,

Mischief and non-balance is all we allow,

Supposedly it's ok not to learn from the past,

We find this through out all the mass,

Kids not going to class,

But they still moving to fast,

The mind is high,

Far past from what you call sky,

May none ever be a peasant,

Accept life as your ongoing present,

Never forget struggles, become better,

Understand that the past could be your present