What does the mirror say?

So when it begins, as always, seems sunny and sexy.

You tend to march, even in April!
You believe in togetherness, you believe in unity.
Even more dangerous, you believe in the power of youth.
You read history books of renaissance and revolutions,
And think to throttle the incumbent one day!

Whew! Actually, phew!
Amidst the belief of cutting across races and religions,
provinces and priorities, you think signatures of youth still holds..
You know the ones like drugs, pornography and late nights!

O ignorant! O innocent!
Only if you knew letter of the law is only upheld when the spirit falls down!
The raunchy jokes and friendly pokes – those flaming shots and smoking pots,
smell good only when the coal’s red. For when it’s summer, it blooms.
And when it’s winter, it just fucking doesn’t.

For it’s real hard to break out of convention.
For you don’t even know what the umbilical cord missed to catch... Where you picked up the wrongs,
Where you mixed up rules with principles, and when you messed up human relations.

Growing up is as tough as breathing easy. Let’s not even go to breaking out.
When going gets tough, you go back to your cocoons.
And in your safe havens, you start spinning your own spider-web.

You’re the story teller. You’re king. You’re the judge.
That’s a massacre of a combination.

But dude, does it really matter?
What does the mirror say?