18 is the year of the precipice
launch versus failure to launch
a post-apocalyptic landscape
portending survival of the fittest
moving into uncharted realms of
self-reliance, a tattered safety net
possibilities appear limitless
(which is to say: TERRIFYING)
It is the year of certain indecision
the unknown begging to be known.
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