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
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Author:
E. Evergreen (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 15th, 2022 02:06
- Comment from author about the poem: What in the hell else is out there
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Comments1
reminds me of a five for fighting song... there's still plenty of life to live eg.
100 years?
mhm that’s the one
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