on turning 18... 10 was to long ago

On turning 18

So far away

But so close at the same time

The number promises us freedom

At least we think it does

But along with freedom comes responsibility

Now I sound like an adult

But it’s true

We wish for it for 17 years

And then when it’s here we only want half of it

Maybe only ¼ of it actually

But once it’s here it’s here to stay.