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Hooray for eighteen!

Now I'm "legal", can vote, and most importantly of all,

I can buy that all important lottery ticket

To start the fortune that'll never end

So I'll never have to work.

Still, I feel caged in

There's limits to my freedom

I don't want to be drafted

And I don't want my offenses written

All over my permanent record.

I'm five at eighteen

Still a child within a man's body

I laugh, and cry, and sing, and dance

All to my heart's content.

Maturity is for those "boring" people

Who actually wanted to grow up from this fun

They're the ones who will work nine to five

As they grow older, day by day.

Me, on the other hand,

I want to be a kid forever-

"I don't want to grow up,

I'm a Toys R' Us kid . . ."

I want to play and frolic in the sun

And never work a day in my life

As I stay five, forever.

I'm five at eighteen

Pushed into the world that looms ahead

Yet still clinging to my blanket behind

In an attempt to stay five

For as long as I can.



May 16, 2001