Seventeen in Sixteen
Seventeen in sixteen,
I touch the tip of childhood
letting the memories flow through
and the future to stand still as I
wait, puzzled
at the crossroads of life.
Seventeen in sixteen.
I tip the cup of life over
and allow adulthood to begin to spill
and cover up the murky past
that has grown sour,
pour me a new glass.
Seventeen in sixteen,
I watched the world crumble
and see adulthood slip into my hand
forced there
as I scream back for childhood.
But I have grown too aware.
Seventeen in sixteen,
as it ends
the world still is falling, falling
but I am rising, rising
and will not look back
as I take the step into that dark, ominous frontier.