Bohemians

We are the Bohemians,
The people of our age;
Breaking all reasons,
Our own law we rage.

We are the Bohemians,
No routine we have;
Waking in the noon,
The morning already past.

We are the Bohemians,
Unfazed by soceity;
Few people we know
To talk of life and piety.

Life, we make our own,
No place to call our home;
Lost, never will we be---
Got ourselves to care and see.

A mark we leave on earth,
To be kept hidden from birth;
The Bohemians we are---
People ahead of our age!

------ written for the hostel magazine "Bohemians"