Eighteen

The bus ride was on my eighteenth birthday
  I got freedom
                  Met obscure people on my way
  I guess I did things my way
          My family was happy I was off drugs                
They just wanted me clean and in school        
                   I brought all this trouble on myself
          My friends were having fun                
I stayed with a friend for a few weeks
          We later got in a fight over a girl
I got an apartment five hundred and twenty five dollars
                                          A month
          A job making six dollars an hour
  Went to the Art Museum in Philly
                          Its free on  Sundays
                  Sat and just thought
  My mind is full of everlasting images
          The swift wind blows
  Embedding the tree of our lineages
          Intrigued with religions
  Leaders and entertainment
          Poets artists authors and sports figures
                  Shaped my American craze
  The grass growing in the spring valleys
          The smoking of everything in the cities
  The snow falling in the winter trees
  The drinks carrying the sadness into the breeze
                  The animals killing for food to eat
          The people killing from a word called hate

(An I for a T)
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