On Turning 18

How to react?
Should it be a flood of emotions
in the catacombs of my psyche?
Should these apparent notions
and thoughts equate to maturity?

I feel not the great breach
in the dam of my innocence.
I fear not the forthcoming wave
of drunkenness, drugs and nonsense.
I am but the same, and to say so brave.

Time has loopholes that gape
into the abyss of our hindsight.
Now I shall catch one, too quick,
and bask in the shedding light.

Time is harsh, unless you realize it’s passing.
And then, the greatest gift of all.