Drowning In the rivers of change.
Not knowing where I will be washed away.
Life has lately been so strange.
18 is such an unpredictable age.
Plans for the future starting to fray.
Trapped in old patterns, stuck in a cage.
I donât know how to flip the page.
Everyone leaving, no one left to stay.
Learning how to rearrange.
Forgetting how to engage.
The only color I see is gray.
Emoti...