Some people are mature, and some aren’t
Some people go to the source, and some won’t,
Some people love to rant and rave, evading the solution,
Some people step up to the plate, and wonder at their evolution.
It’s a pity that class doesn’t sell anymore,
So we have to put on a smile.
Reach beyond ourselves and tap the head of an overgrown child.
Just to make things right, or at least right for them.
Because they would rather destroy the sand castle, then find different sand.
We are all a little too loud, my friends. So bite your tongue and count the tiled ceiling,
We have to be silent for all those with stunted feelings.