It used to mean so much to me
It used to really set me free
Not so much anymore these days, 
All it brings are questions to raise.

I wish it still had a joyous effect
But my attention it no longer erects.
Such a sad thing, the way things dissipate
I really think it's quite irate.

Now all that matters is work and bills
The way I live, some teens, it would kill.
I love the way I live my life, though tough, 
It brings satisfaction, which makes it less rough.

Sixteen and out on my own, 
Sixteen, and well, I own my own home. 
How exiting for me, at my mere age, 
I'm no longer kept in a parental cage.

Jan.09