21 January 2011

Too old for milk, too young for alcohol.

Teenagers.

It's a sad thing to come to a realisation that I am soon, not one.
The craziest dream that swirled in my mind.
The emotional moment I were left to cry.
Euphoria breaking, screaming, jumping into the sky.
Trying to be carefree, when what troubles us is life.

At the time I am
too old for fairy tales, too young for 18sx.
too old for water gun, too young for real pistol.
too old to be naughty, too young to be evil.

But I have no more steps back on the spot
where I was
an ambitious nerd whom life's beautiful.

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