One day you’re suddenly fifteen,
and the world is yours to live.
You feel free, you feel hard, you fall often.
You could close your tired eyes and million seconds could pass
(you couldn’t care if they did).
One moment you’ll be in the car on on the top of the world,
and you’ll feel it for the first time in your bones:
the feeling of living that you never want to lose.
So you’ll quickly scribble words on a receipt or a napkin or your hand,
and nothing will tell your story as honest as that.
Because one day you’re fifteen and this is your life.
Because, one day, you’re going to wake up,
(whether you’re five or fifteen or fifty-two),
and wonder how you ever slept before.
Because this is your life.