On the verge of leaving behind my teenage years and becoming a young man. Between putting away childish things and being eligible for war. Between learning to fly and flying away... I am young and restless.The sheen of innocence is still glistening on my body. I am devoid of greed and manipulation. I still have hard eyes. Only focused on one thing at a time. No peripheral vision.I was told at my age, I'm unable to step back and see the bigger picture to life. However, this is a wonderous time. All possibilities are endless. In my room, I have a world of my own. NO RESPONSIBILITIES. Posters on my wall. My favorite music blaring out loud. Lying in bed lost in my own thoughts... I'm only concerned about right now. Not tomorrow or the next month. Not even next year or graduation. Definitely not worried about career plans. Just right now... I need two things, a car and a girlfriend. Either one in no particular order. What can I say, my hormones are on fire. I want to get laid. And often. From sunup to sundown, I think about sex. So many girls to choose from. But I'll take the ones that say "yes"... I feel reckless. My body is invincible. What could hurt me? My parents always say "You'll understand when you're older or wait until you get to be my age." Every time they remind me of this, I look at their faces. They look so sad, like they wish they could be my age again. I don't know why? Grown-ups can do anything they want. Why do they want to go back and be me? Not be able to do anything and get yelled at for everything. And, I get this from alot of old people, "Young man, what do you want to do with your life." I don't know. Sometimes I really don't care. Whatever it is, it'll come to me. It's not like I got to figure my life out in one day. I'm young. I got plenty of time...
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