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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