18 years of age,
my backs already hurting,
silver on my face, ink in my skin
marriage lurks in my future,
so does getting a job
a pint here and there,
baby guinness in my system
clouds of blueberry banana
smog of tobacco smoke,
at the touch of my fingertips,
a new world to explore,
blackout drunk at my own party,
my final escape from 18
not ready for whats coming
feelings of dread and fear
wash across my being,
no songs about 18, only 17
not ready to be out of my teens.