victim of consequence

i have my moon and i have my stars,
they are hanging on the wall.
i have my pride, my sense of humor
but that isnt much at all.
i have my place, my independence
my own lock and key,
my friends, my bong, my camel lights
but some days it does nothing for me.
i have my manners, my discipline,
and a little sanity
i have my own bathroom and my own cat
but this wasnt how it was supposed to be.
i have my imagination, my collaged wall,
about them, no one knows,
i have some books, some maps
but i don’t know where to go.
i have a debit card, and triple A,
and so much responsibility,
an almost brand new car
but no college degree.
i’ve been in love, and loved in return,
but wont ever see a white picket fence,
and ive learned nothing in life
comes without consequence.