70. Break Out

70.
Break Out

My voice broke at the same time as my heart.
I left childhood things behind, let song and music start!
Oh, where is love and where are girls and what am I for?
Am I meant to kiss a girl or go to die in war?
Must I be brave and ask a girl, can I have this dance?
I have itchy feet and hands, what’s that in my pants?
Why am I in this world?
Where is the perfect girl?
Loving, fighting, laughing, joking, talking, holding hands and smoking.
Pursuing, wooing, making a mistake.
Lots of talking over, music at the wake.
Drinking, thinking, laughing, crying, loving living, fearing dying, always hoping, sometimes trying.
Life will be the death of me.
I was born to be free.
Do I ever get it right?
Am I too old to fight?
May I say one word here?
Love.
I whisper in your ear!