Not Now, Not Yet
They clap our backs, nod their heads
Look down and distant smile
When we tug at their t-shirts
And ask to be heard
Their gazes wander, and block their ears
Sneak a look at the television
They sit us down, telling us to talk
And in between, stand up when their phones ring
They tell us that you will do great things some day
That the world rests upon your hands
You will climb to the top and pull each other up
But keep pushing us down instead
They tell us that you are the future
And dive out of our thoughts
They think it is an excuse
For sizing us up, and declaring us not enough
Not yet, they say. Not now, they murmur
Have you ever thought that
We don't want to be the future
Because we need to be the present?
That we don't want to lead the world
But instead, just live in it?
That before we want to do things that are great
We just want to live in a world that is?
