Time is fast approaching,
To a point I'm scared to reach,
For me to finally become everything,
That I was born to be.
Seventeen years of age I am,
(I've reached my magical majority!)
I suppose this point I've reached is not so bad,
Seventeen, a time for me to just be me.
Soon to be eighteen years,
A time of independence,
No longer a child, but barely an adult,
I'm not ready for all these changes.
So many new found freedoms,
But am I ready for all these things?
How will I know what to do,
Now that I'm a puppet without my strings.
What choices to make, what things to do,
To be a girl respected,
Alcohol, voting now? I'm driving independent,
Well I guess it's all perspective.
Hopes and dreams, careers and things,
I miss the years just passed,
I'm surfacing from a dream,
To see this 'real world' thing,
No rules and no direction,
It's a crazy world out there,
So I guess for now I'll just take my steps one by one,
And see where my life is headed.