We Will Not Wait

The future's hurtling toward us like a freight train,

And here we are just waiting for it to hit.

We're not running scared,

We're not even watching;

We're just waiting.

Why?

Our future is not set in stone,

Our future is not made of steel.

Our future is gold--it's manipulable,

Malleable,

Changeable.

Our future is what we want it to be.

So why are we waiting?

We are the Young;

Already our future has changed,

Shifted from one plan to another.

And when the change turned to a downpour of changes,

We gave up that freight train,

and with our Midas Touch

Turned our future into gold.

Shapeable.

Malleable.

Changeable.

This is our future.

We will not wait.