fourteen

These are the years 

The universe has cradled me

In many ways, I'm still a baby

A child trying to navigate the world

Not old enough to steer myself,

But old enough

But old enough

                 maybe in thirty or forty years

                 i'll have it all figured out

                 but for now i'll write about myself

                 about how, in order to learn to steer,

                 you must first find your vessel

I make my own peace

Count my own numbers

Write my own words

I'm not old enough to

Try to make sense of it all,

But old enough

But old enough 

                i'm not a genius, always wrote about my life 

                wishing i could change it, but i guess i'm learning

                how to feel happy, living off someone else's dreams

                talking with someone else's lips, 

                feeling with someone else's heart

                for now, while i'm still a kid

                i'll continue to live as fully as i can

                and try to create some life inside of myself

Fourteen is the number of years I've been living, 

The amount of love I've been giving, 

And I'm not old enough to give everything, 

But old enough

To love