Blind Faith Bliss

Leave me to my happiness.
Leave me to my reckless youth.
I reserve my elder years for bitterness.
Later, I will forget.
For now, I will live forever.
I promise to be kind when I can.
I promise to make an attempt to be safe.
I can’t throw my life away yet
Because I’m going to live in Outer Space
To grow old so I can regret.

Let me make my mistakes.
Let me whine and cry.
I reserve my older times for resignation
But, now, I won’t settle for less.
I will live forever.
I promise to do what I know best.
I promise to spread my own wisdom.
I won’t accept that I can’t grow
Because I swear I’m going to Christendom
After I grow old and regress.

I want to live my own destiny.
I want to lead my own life.
I will not bother with the scars of words so cruel
They will never be forgiven.
For if I manage to live forever
I will not worship those rites, doomed
Where I raise an ignorant hand
Against any whom I don’t understand

Because I would rather be a young fool

Than an old
bitter
regretful
regressive
tool.