All these poems are filled with what I might become
Every word, every question speaks from my own heart
Shall I be broken and bitter in time?
Will I never be able to rewind and find where I went wrong?
The future's coming on strong
And Lighting don't strike like it used to.
Am I washed out at 17?
Will I become who I was ment to be?
Or will I simply fade with the tide?