17 year old mind

Another day

Almost my birthday

Not yet legal but on my way

Not yet rich so at my parents ill stay


16 felt like 15

Why did we start this measurement of age on ourselves 

365 days counted in pairs puts our time to live on the shelves


Were controlled by time and money

Just like bees are controlled by flowers and honey

But our masters aren’t natural

We made this system unknown of what it was going to be

When we didn’t know eating would cost a fee


Now we create like nothing on this earth ever has

But the day will come when we will be another species to pass

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