Sixteen seemed to be a summer fling
Between dopamine, gigantic dreams,
In front of that cubic computer
That almost knew what floppies were.
The adrenaline rush, never better
Than when I got my bright red letter.
Confused between what the world wanted of me,
And what I thought I was destined to be,
I grew up, leaving sixteen behind,
But for you, my friend, I hit rewind.