And so closes my final week of being a teen.
Have you not thought this same phrase?
So many I have and have yet seen
In my seventy-three hundred days.

For even my favorite most brilliant minds --
Emerson, Eliot, Whitman, and Thoreau,
Must have thought these thoughts in their respective times, --
And speculate they how I speculate so.

For even something as passive as traffic in Mass is
Fascinating to me --
These people in masses,
Traveling together yet separated with places to be.

We intertwined; our interconnected minds --
Though I do not know why I am so inclined to write this,
Of our current of consciousness that composes mankind,
Maybe this is merely my definition of what life is.

It avails not, time nor place -- distance avails not,
For just as you have looked, I too have looked.
Because as you think, I -- and they have thought --
This is nothing that they have not already booked.

For each sun-kissed scene that the soul perceives,
Unanimous yet unique to me and to you.
We see from the trees descending green leaves,
Entranced -- dancing away from the futile blue.

The Priest said Jesus watched Lucifer fall from Heaven to Hell,
And bartered His life for a final dinner.
And if on Judgment Day we should all fall as he once fell,
I ask you: Would you rather have died as a martyr or have lived as a sinner?

For even my favorite most brilliant minds --
Emerson, Eliot, Whitman, and Thoreau,
Must have thought these thoughts in their respective times, --
And speculate they how I speculate so.

Now they lie in the dirt, decayed;
For having fulfilled their God-given roles.
Now I have yet to begin my third decade,
Amidst this river ever-twisting of wistful souls.

And if before I have entered my fourth decade,
Death should dawn his ominous head,
And decide to dismally carry me forth, decayed,
To the abysmal dystopian land of the dead --

I fret not of the future, nor of the past.
For only the present moment we need to fulfill.
For it is not our purpose in life to last,
But rather to create something that will.

So at my grave, for me please do not weep,
For I prayed the Lord my soul to take.
And though I have miles to go before I Sleep,
I look forward to Sleep, so that I may Awake.