When You Turn 18

It feels like any normal, trivial day,
When you finally turn eighteen.
The sun still shines in the usual way,
And things stay as they’ve always been.

The clouds still flow with the current,
And the stars still twinkle in the sky.
It seems that nothing has become different,
Still you feel that you’re an average guy.

There’s still the acne, and the angsty fits,
And the dread to have to cut your hair.
You have the body of a man sans the mature wits,
And dreams of a future without much care.

Eighteen seems to open new doors to new places,
You can drink, drive and enjoy the adult lifestyle,
Travel, date, meet many new faces,
See new horizons with youth worthwhile.

The trivial cares of youth are left behind,
For the verities of an existence,
That confounds the youngblood’s mind,
And shakes his budding continence.

All he has are his love and his dreams.
To carry him through the uncertainties of destiny.
As spring wanes and summer weans,
Just keep dreaming, (take this from a guy who turned eighteen,) into infinity.

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