The Summer I Was Seventeen

The summer I was seventeen
started off the same.
Crazy nights - I can't recall
the people or their names.

Roads and cars were my best friends,
as we will always be.
The hours spent with both make up
unforgettable history.

Then it changed, and I grew up,
the excitement faded away.
I lost and gained some life-long friends,
as swiftly flew by the days.

If anything I learned, from this
rainy, mellow summer,
is to figure out what you like
and follow the beat of your own drummer.