She's Only 18

These were the ways 
hiding in long nights, cuttin' back days
the sights, The Sound, the smells 
poppin' an protecting our shells

We never not nearly drowned
the puddles always deeper than anticipated
but storms abated 
and sense was there to be found

Drifting in and out of reality
roaring laughter when trying to grasp insanity 
observing humanity 
in all its obscenity
marveling at the reality
of the stubborn life in me
unwilling to be unfree
I found
my feet never quite touch the ground 

I.A.m

Deeply grateful to The Sound and Red Hot Chili Peppers
for their endless solace and  inspiration