temptation sits at the edge of the seat
with fingers teetering on the edge
of consciousness and desire
with mind aloof and musing
with fanciful visions of commroderie and glee
we are just boys with big dreams
we just want to love and be loved
we just want to spit out our truth
truth like fire
our flames lighting a path leading us to our inevitable glory
because our truth is glorious
and you are envious
of the passion we feel
when we are tempted by fame
wagged like gold pieces in our face
we lean in entranced
we fall out of place
down the rabbit hole of sharp branches and harsh criticism
we fall into the soft snores
and shallow breathes of night
where dreams are conquered
the dreams that lay upon our pillows are the ones that keep us dreaming in the sunlight
basking in our undeniable grandeur
needing to be respected
needing to be loved
needing to be seen
nonetheless we are still nothing but boys with big dreams
holding back the urge to rise and impart our screams
screams of hope and anger and need for acceptance and triumph and knowledge
and care
our screams of care
our caring nature
the fact that we care
about more
than superficial stature
we are boys
and we are human
