as Robin Pecknold croons
on "Montezuma".
I feel no wiser,
look no different,
and have already somewhat forgotten
my age.
I was not expecting anything less, honestly.
You do not wake up on your birthday feeling
any different. You are the same person you were
the day before. And you'll probably be the same
on the day afterwards.
But I guess,
I am older.
Than I have ever been.
It is not as though my youth is behind me,
or anything like that.
But being 17
is like looking in from the outside,
of adulthood, that is.
So close I can taste it,
the legality of being an adult.
It will come with so many prices and tribulations
that I had better enjoy this last year
as a legal minor.
Nothing has changed.
I am still here, the same
in many, many ways.
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