At the edge of seventeen I can’t believe I made it this far. Never saw this moment coming Not out of fatality just momentum-based blindness Rocketing into the realm of time at 460 meters per second Can seem kind of damning So the self-proffered lies in order to sleep? necessary. “I’ll do it tomorrow” Do you own tomorrow? Have you seen it in existence? “I’ve still got time.” As if time is something one can purchase Except it wasn’t ever ours So we have to give it back And like all borrowed things it has a time limit Ironic At the edge of seventeen I don’t know what mine is
Because At the edge of Seventeen I am doing the splits Stuck between two time periods of my life and one is still putting up a fight Don’t let go Stop changing Caught between a rock and an avalanche, one is coming at me much harder, faster At the edge of seventeen I’m working all the angles and learning the equations trying to equate my life to a formula Except formulas are predictable At the edge of seventeen I realized that life isn't as mean as I’d always act as if it was
and at the edge of seventeen I realize moments go by really quickly. At the edge of seventeen I realize the edge is really high At the edge of seventeen I have never been high At the edge of seventeen the end of the earth starts blending with the sky At the edge of seventeen the limits seem to disappear and reappear in new forms Like a regenerate limb of a starfish my boundaries are reappearing I feel sometimes like the universe spit me out like a rejected blood transplant I just never fused
At the edge of 17 I am arrogant Never mortal Watch me defy death every morning I will rise I talk about the rest of my life as if it has become a tangible thing for me I consider my existence? prophecy there are 7 billion 45 million people on this planet and I have the audacity to believe that my three existential crises all before breakfast are the most significant occurrence since the creation of time
At the edge of seventeen I am standing on the ledge with you Laughing at the sky At the edge of seventeen I am swimming with you in the lake At the edge of seventeen chlorine has made me a green haired monster At the edge of seventeen we have caught baby turtles and put them into the back seat At the edge of seventeen I am flying down the highway with all the windows down At the edge of seventeen you never let me go At the edge of seventeen you never made me say goodbye At the edge- you pushed me off
And I flew.
Carbon based life forms will approximately breathe 151372800 times in 18 years.