Vision

With age
The youthful eye
Studied until identified.
No nomenclature ruptures
composure of a chalk-blue haze pausing
Now and then trembling all.
Wisdom continuing to grow.
Never a possible overload.
What I'm going to call fresh water.

Turning 21

I stand on the edge
Holding questions
It is just another age.
What is so important about being 21?

Legal to drink and buy drinks
So what, I don't drink.
Legal to gamble.
So what, I don't gamble.

So tell me, what is so special about it
About turning 21.
I get no special prize
Nor a decent surprise.

At 21, I will still be able to do
All the same things I have been doing.
Nothing will or has changed
Or maybe I wish to start brand new.

In my mind, I still want to achieve the same goals
My same dreams and ambitions.
Still looking to fill these gaps and holes
But the same person from the inside and out.

Turning 21, being 21.
What is the big deal?
I would be the same as if I was turning 31
With more wisdom.

I listen to what is around me.
I hear what is being said
But in this day and age.
There is truly nothing special about being 21.

I will continue to be who I am.
Comtine to give to others.
Continue to gain wisdom
And never let go of my dreams.