a forgien macrocosm.

Sitting twenty-four short inches of the edge
i fear what i cannot feel, i wonder what i cannot predict
sixteen years of my life, tumbling into saying goodbye
the cold air around me, flowing through my fingers
finding every crevace to steal my warmth
this cold air, this soft ground has defined me
it has told me who to be, where to go, what to do.
it has seen me grow, felt my hot tears when i had pain
watched my smile ripple when passion struck
it is everything, everywhere, everyone.
in my mothers laugh, in my best freinds shoulder
in the people i have pained, in the people i have loved
all i worked for my whole juvenile life will soon perish
into a life of my own, a life of unknown, unexplored, undistinguished
where rules are now created by those who use to break them
but the world is thirsty for fear, and if you are not one to drink
then you will be dranken from.
my strength is gathered in knowledge and hope.

as i close my eyes to the past, and brace myself
for the foreign future.