An adult, yet still a child
Yearning for independence
With endless opportunities
A age of transition,
We are that age,
Nineteen
Like the warm summer sunlight
The age of nineteen won’t last
There’s nothing we can do to stop time
We find a new direction
and follow it in to our futures
That would probably mean a journey so dark and lonely so to be all imagination. To exist earnestly in pure darkness. With meeting a single hydrogen atom by a chance. To absolute and wholeheartedly believe that somewhere in the abyss. You are getting closer to the secrets of the universe. In that manner. Where are we headed towards? How far will we go?