Teen Transition

Such challenging years
Not yet operating on all gears
Change is all there is
And of course, uncertainty
The pressure is on...
To choose: a path
Prepare for the work
Of adulthood.

But it seems like it will never be here
And yet it is,
Mocking the childhood giggles
With a stern, task master
Tightening the reins on reality.

All the efforts
Or all the goofing off
Are now called to the table
To cumulatively assess
Where do we go from here?

We may wallow
In never, never land
Shutting our eyes
Until our parents kick us out
Or we are assisted with an “easy” break

Or just maybe,
It is a countdown
To the magic “18”
When we are suddenly free to do
What we think we really want to

Rebel or angel
The plunge is near
Off that perilous cliff
Tossing us to madness or viability.