Scout on Purpose/ 15 Years and Eternity

Sit and wait.

Sit still, sit quietly, sit obediently.

Sit until you forget the feeling of your legs touching the ground.

Until you forget the purpose of your misery.

Until you forget why you listen to droning lessons.

Why satisfy those undeserving?

Why wait for the world to recognize you?

Why wait to recognize the world?

Stand and wait.

Stand stiff, stand strong, stand uselessly.

Stand because you have a duty to the world.

A duty to the people without power.

A duty to the land without strength.

A duty to the government without purpose.

Without you, they fall.

Without you, they disappear.

But until then, you shall sit.

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