There comes a black plague in everyone's life called the teen years.
The chemical imbalance of hormones hits the head and inspires odd ideas.
The level of plague varies from the minor two week case of heave metal to the
Indefinite runaway.
Despite seriousness, it tests the bonds of patience, support, logic, and most of all, love.
Even after the day has ended and you are stripped down to the bone
Surrounded only by the evident truth not yet corrupted,
You can return home beaten, bruised, brainwashed, and broken.
But you can return home
1/10/2003
