17

Im 17.this is an awkward phase.some days feel like eternity.some days pass by fleetingly.life is unreal.decisions face the un-matured mind.strangers come and go.we watch them go by.mind transfixed by surreal images.we hunger for future unknown and thirst for life passing by and so.stuck at an illegal age.waiting for the future wanting the past.Is this life at last.Rejuvenate your mind replenish your soul.Is 17 right and all i dont know.A child's mind a man's soul.Intermingled with our pride and destiny,is this life how i know.Im 17 and wondering about every minute.See the horde of people go by.Ageing in mind and young in soul.Full of purpose little determination to go.Hello.Im 17 and im wondering why.Is it the age to be thinking now.Im 17.