sixteen is not too far away
like the end of summer
and ephemeral happiness
i'll pull the covers up
above my head
just don't blow my candles
out for me.
rites of passage don't
matter tonight
and i won't trade cartoons
for cars
or innocence for ignorance
i would rather fly away
to never never land and stay
fifteen forever.
not everything out in the real
world is as pillow-soft
as yesterdays past
and it's not my bedtime yet
tomorrow i will be sixteen
and the new will get old
but yesterday lives on.