Eighteen

Lines form on my face and hands

lines form from the ups and downs

I’m in the middle without any plans

I’m a boy and I’m a man

I’m eighteen

and I don’t know what I want

eighteen

I just don’t know what I want

eighteen

I gotta get away

I gotta get out of this place

I’ll go runnin’ in outer space

I got a baby’s brain and an old man’s heart

took eighteen years to get this far

Don’t always know what I’m talkin’ about

feels like I’m livin’ in the middle of doubt

cause I’m eighteen….

~Alice Cooper

 

Eighteen.

Old enough to care.

Young enough to be carefree.

Old enough to be independent.

Young enough to be dependent.

 

Eighteen.

The age of freedom.

The age of youth.

The age of joy.

 

Eighteen.

Young enough to hit the gas

Push the limits

Fly.

 

Eighteen.

Old enough to drive

Cars, motorcycles

Tanks.

 

Eighteen.

Young enough to believe

In a cause

In an ideal

 

Eighteen.

Old enough to understand

A reality

That makes no sense.

 

Eighteen.

Young enough to stand tall

In uniform

Armed and ready

 

Eighteen.

Old enough not to question

And to go

When called to duty.

 

Eighteen.

Young enough

Old enough

To die.

 

Lines form on my face and hands

lines form from the ups and downs

I’m in the middle without any plans

I’m a boy and I’m a man

I’m eighteen