Wow. I'm eighteen
But I feel eerie, almost like a dream
I guess being eighteen does not really mean much
When I'm stuck in my old ways
And practically out of touch
With the world around me--
I don't know...
I feel so uncanny
Like being alive wasn't meant for me
And it just so happens to be
that I am...
I can't help but wonder
What is the meaning of life when all seems to fail?
With a simple touch from me all withers and sails
I guess purpose is what I really seek
And I'm being patient
Through every week...
And every day... every hour
And every minute of my scandalous ways
I guess I'll just keep praying for better days...
~Ketia V.
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