Eighteen

Tyler Golec

 

eighteen Brindle

Smoke clouds

Youth with new freedom

Children, but trying for something more

Living now on their own terms

 

Unsteady steps are common here

Eyes glazed or red

They are not lost

But not found

 

Who are they?

Who will they become?

What will they create?

What evils will they commit?

 

What will I do?

Will people know who I am?

I am one of these

Yet I feel alone

 

Alone but content

Even happy

For tomorrow

I don’t know what waits

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