I'm a teenager today,
I was a boy yesterday,
tomorrow I'll walk a little,
but for now I'll stay.
I'll stay not reading books,
I'll stay just staring out,
I'll stay with this pencil in my hand,
write for an hour, or just about.
I'll cry when I feel like,
I'll play just for fun,
I'll screw and feel all pleasure I can,
hopefully I'll get no son.
I'll play the good cop and the bad,
aid when i choose to do so,
I'll fall asleep or give my all not caring what I owe.
I'll play with thoughts that have sneaked themselves in,
and shape them into words,
I'll cry the day, oh cry the day when,
I stop these two verbs,
the verb of writing,
and the verb of thinking.
Oh yes I loath the day,
the day that comes is day called NEVER,
that Is what I pray.
