Growing Up Below the masses we dwell and we are the wild, we are the teetering, teetering on the edge of the cliff between acceptance and insanity, between hope and freedom. We will tirelessly grow (and flourish) precisely where You* tell us is strictly forbidden, our roots sunk deep in the darkly invigorating illusion of being feral; untamable. Ignoring the prosaic , the antiquated customs to which You have attached Yourself, we state our opinion with candor and waste not a second praying for vindication. Harbingers of change, we lack Your trepidation because we are immortal and invincible, we are free from the burden of Your dark circles and weak ankles, so we dance on railroads, only jumping off just before the train screams past. We are replete with #life, our batteries charged and engines full steam ahead, racing along smoking weed and sneaking vodka to test how far we can push before we spin out. But we left our extra tank of gas in oblivion and when our engines begin to grind and our battery dies, well… We turn into You.