Understood Looking around at these diluted youths As a thinker in a unthinking generation Observing and judging quietly With perplexity and fascination Wishing I understood them Their aggression, their elation I'm on a train going too fast And they haven't left the station Wanting, for once, to think like they do To go along just fine See the world through their eyes Or better, them through mine I wander the world too aware While they walk all but blind I admit I too have a dream to belong To meet a similar mind Friends are friends because we're alike They too see what I see But when lines are blurred and paths deterred I question authenticity Now I realise it's not important We don't all have to agree But I know that I am always understood Comprehended completely by me
