As I await the verge of one and eight,
I see the freedom that was proposed to me as a child.
It was sugar coated, the stories were only myths.
I’m headed to a bridge that’s previously been burnt down for me to rebuild.
To take on a task with terrain tampered so my toboggan starts movement without my consent.

It’s downhill from here as I fight uphill battles
There’s so much to look forward to, but I
Look backwards and see a doppelganger determined he’d do what he waited for.
Relationships, trust issues, depression, loss of time, money, turmoil and funerals come in the package of life I didn’t expect like fees to my phone bill.

I must do this on my own once I step through those gates.
I must contribute to my own worth
I must contribute to my own warmth
I must contribute to my own wealth

I was a lone wolf and still am because my pack has left me behind.
All things come to an end and here I am awaiting eighteen years of age.
I see the freedom that was proposed to me as a child.
It was sugar coated, the stories were only myths
I dwell on it. I’m trying to stall, I’m trying to stop the inevitable.
A freight train took me here, i’m at my destination this is it.
Gateway 18

But, before I enter these gates, I’m going to enjoy this last year I have left.
I’ve never been so patient