Sober Seventeen

It's a sobering thing, When you find your life about to take wing. When you turn seventeen. For right from the corner of your eye you see, That maybe your childhood didn't turn out the way other people would make it seem. You want to stay. You want to go back. But know in your heart that you couldn't handle that. So here we are, Not far from free, Wanting to hide, to stay, From all that could be. Where do I go? Do I hide from the day? When I must go away? To be me, To be free, Only to find that it wasn't all that it was knocked up to be. On the edge of sixteen. Of the verge of seventeen. Getting older. Taking another breath, I'll go with everything I have, Even if that means until I have nothing left.