Fly. 17 Y.O naive

I remind myself that I'm almost legal
So I looked up into the sky and drew an eagle-
and I can only dream what it's like to see such evil
the battles we bust ourselves for-
Just for; justice and equal,
Although my actions may be illegal
I promise you I'm not bit evil.

Still holding onto strife
as I continue to listen to the lyricless life-
taking pictures of my next 10 years of life
I stop and take a breath-
Look around and theres no one left
solving these equations into quotations
and I start to pick up pieces
while everyone starts to leave us.