...They're just kids with guns, yesterday's toddlers finding a way in baby steps—size two & a half kicks.
They know no better, better yet, they know nothing, but they've seen it all; It's astonishing how far we've come, yet so sad how still we've stood, and for all the freedom we're given, why do we fluster on what we've misunderstood?
...They sit in their cars, waiting for motivation to move, but they're active on their phones, waiting for updates & activations, text messages & notifications.
They know how to hide all of their secrets, but show all of their skin, guess there's more reason to hide sin than to hide what's uncontrolled from within.
They're lost in their tracks, found in their ways, guess there's more sense to belonging than wandering.
There's no looking back, don't have a heart attack; there's only easy breathing, from here on out, it's easy living, set sails & winds start leading.
Locate your location & find yourself when you find yourself, until then, lose yourself...
...they've already lost themselves.