They say you’re brand new at 18

And the world is out there waiting for you

But lately

I feel like maybe

There’s nothing for this world that I could do


I’m just a number

I’m just another

Place holder in this world of worker bees

And I would rather

Be off somewhere

Sippin tropical juices and smoking my weed


I think maybe, there’s got to be more to me

Than this one horse town

That’s got me down on my knees

That maybe, I’m worth more than these paper degrees


I wanna leave


I wanna find the things they never said I’d have

I wanna prove to them, havin no money ain’t half bad

That the earth beneath my feet

Is just enough for me

I’m complete

For 18

  • Author: E. Evergreen (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 15th, 2022 02:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: What in the hell else is out there
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • GON

    reminds me of a five for fighting song... there's still plenty of life to live eg.

    • Evergreen

      100 years?

      • GON

        mhm that’s the one

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