spring, i await...

cannot churn the words
for my thoughts to be expressed
am i high
am i low
am i progressing
or am i retrogessing

shall i tower over them
or win them over
these kids who holds the future
these kids with springy hair for a day
and an afro the next
these kids whom i have hope for
these kids whose eyes light up for sweets and treats
but are quick to lash in a sec

i thought love was key to holding them in
it ain't love
it ain't love
it ain't love
it's TOUGH love