Too Old to be Young, Too Young to be Old
Awkward, gangly,
all elbows and legs,
with necks too long and thoughts too small,
we act like adults,
or maybe like little kids.
Lighthearted and free,
or possibly just fucking stressed.
Drinking, smoking, doing drugs,
swinging, giggling, long warm hugs.
Two worlds
crammed into one head,
one body,
one soul.
The freedom of childhood,
the responsibility of adults.
Making bad choices,
screwing up bad,
learning from our mistakes sometimes,
other times not so much,
but hey.
We're only human, right?
Kids?
Or adults?
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