Baby nation
With a big-girl mind
Maturity combine
Speed up the turbine
Painting faces of acceptance
Of security
Of self-made self
Ugly words on pretty paper
Prostitution of youthfulness
To the guiles of the accelerating wind
To speed up time, and make it last longer
And come faster, and look better
Sooner
Stronger
For what is there to replace
On an unblemished face
But naivety and silly things
Purity, the profound stings
Of a youthful mind
All thrown away, all left behind
To spin the earth like a turbine
And make something quite unlike its kind:
A world manufacturing beauty
And yet a world completely blind
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