What of the rose that had to grow through the pavement?
Sell my soul to the devil?
Never! He couldn't handle the payments
18 is the flip of a switch
Into which you are handed the keys to freedom
With freedom comes responsibility
You become Adam and Eve in eden
Safety nets are soon replaced with outlines of chalk
For when you fall at 18 they'll pick up your splattered remains from the sidewalk
17 years of wishing to be grown
But when thrown to the unknown anxiety seems to roam
I long for 0-17 and all the years in between
Although struggle roams it isn't Rome
For it was built in a day
The day I turned 18