Well, I've won, if you could say that,
I've made all the right moves,
Implored correct judgement.

And I believe this is checkmate.

But I'm only sixteen.
I'm only one man, mass produced in this
torrent of diversity.

One single blink of
one single eye
of sweet mother Earth.

This door opened,
but in its wave of luster,
Shut all others before it.

I mean, I'm only sixteen.

I'm no scholar, no gentleman
No "leader of 'men.'"
Yet still you followed me home,
not like a poorly kitten,
You didn't walk among me, but by me.
Like a creature truly to be called "love."

And what if this is something,
I'm only 16.
I don't know where to go from here,
I'm simply stumbling upon the same old rock
that has been missed so much so that
much of it has eroded away.

Well, I'm only sixteen,
but I'll move it,
I'll destroy this despicable wheel of eternal mishaps
And simply start the fire.

For I'm only sixteen,
but i speak thousands.
My breath, my step
divides millions of forks in this future
we hold so truly dear.

This society we follow
and follow, all the while crippling
ourself.

I am sixteen, I am no statistic,
but one point
on one scale that will unbalance the world.

One heart that will beat in a rhythm
echoed to eternity.

Not in parables, or readings,
or groups of followers,
but in the night

These shadows that are thought of
To be natural.
these notions thought to be "fact."

I am only sixteen, but sixteen is a start