Indefinitive

I am a child with a gun.

I am a war waiting to happen and a solution in one.

I am the sum of my parents.

I am the best two humans could do to recreate themselves.

I am the buds on bushes,

I am at the break-even point with the rest of my life.

I am the star whose light hasn't reached earth yet.

I am the edge of the known.

I am history's next Hitler, next Ghandi,

I am the orator with a world on her screen.

I am an exothermic reaction.

I am excited particles in an open plane.

I am homeless by choice.

I am a roamer of only the least travelled paths.

I am seventeen, for two more days,

I am a stereotype down to the quiet self-esteem.

I am late nights and early mornings and caffeinated tea,

I am pure potential.

I am purer than the devil, darkly chaste,

I am unmeasurable.

I am more than just the sum of my parents,

I am my own vector.

I am the child with a gun.

I am the war waiting to happen, and the solution,

In one.

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