musings of a flighty teenager

new.

our plans weren't made, they were lived
our lives weren't planned, they were made
a half dozen teens
and a little bit of green
and something i don't understand
what we do in a night
others do in a year
why do we do it?
mostly out of fear
fear of ourselves, fear of each other
fear of our grades and fear of our mothers
fear of the loves we've yet to kiss
fear of the kisses we've yet to love
fear of the world and what's to come
fear of the the inexplicable
hidden by rum