What Are You Doing Here?

somebody: don't worry it will go away

smoking cigarettes at the quarry and watching the sunset with your best friends

jumping off the highest cliff, ignoring the no swimming sign

skateboarding around the neighborhoods, skinned knees and bruises everywhere

exploring abandon places and hoping you don’t get caught

painting under the bridge, and being pissed when someone covers up your creations with a spray painted dick

wading in the river, trying not to get undertaken by the current

pushing your car to the end of the driveway at 3am, hoping your parents don’t wake up

speeding down the countryside, pushing your beat up convertible as fast as it can go before it starts making funny noises

long boarding down busy roads in the dead of night

late night secret campfires in the woods