Young

I could die, but I don’t care

How could I when reality sets in

And I realize how little time I have left

How little time before I belong

To someone else

I could die, but I don’t care

Because the adrenaline makes me feel

Superhuman

I know I’m not

But that’s part of the fun

My mortality keeps me going

Keeps me pushing forward

Because these knees won’t be good forever

And someday my long hair

Will turn gray and coarse

I could die, but I don’t care

Because when I’m gone I won’t feel

The pain of a heartbreak

Or a scraped up knee

But those I leave behind

Will remember my free arms

Raised to the sky

Living for myself

Or a couple of risky late nights

I could die, but I don’t care

Because I’m leaving behind

A good story