A toy you can't play with it's kept on the wall has collected plenty of dust ever since you could crawl. That's just what it's like for the youth of today our ideas for the world they will not go away. Adults will not listen they want us to leave we go on the wall they've always believed. Where's the future going? They are perplexed. They'll just have to wait Because we are the next. they
Reason for writing:
You always hear about the teens today being the x-generation.
We have good ideas and they think that we will not handle the future very well.
We will.
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