Today’s the day
I turn fourteen years old,
the party is now underway.
I’m filled with joy,
the guests are all my friends,
it’s good to converse through no toys.
But there’s a twist
in which I find myself,
how come for so long this was missed.
I’m not a child,
and still I’m no adult,
my dance in confusion goes wild.
I’m dancing through life, it’s a mess,
but it is still not late,
I’m dancing through life, yet I guess…
What is one year for teens?
A moment that’s quicker than light!
What’s forty for fourteen’s?
A future that’s way out of sight!
Why are friends cast aside?
The rush to grow up is to blame!
Why’s everything so tied?
The moves of the dance have been lame!
The birthday passed,
adjustments must be made,
old moves are no longer a blast.
It’s now quite plain
my childhood is at end,
some skills of grown-ups I’mma gain.
This might improve
with my ID in hands,
my dance now includes one more move.
But here’s the gist,
adulthood ain’t the goal,
my circle of friends will persist.
I’m dancing through life, it’s a mess,
but it is still not late,
I’m dancing through life, yet I guess
the goal is nothing great.
What is one year for teens?
A moment that’s quicker than light!
What’s forty for fourteen’s?
A future that’s way out of sight!
Why are friends cast aside?
The rush to grow up is to blame!
Why’s everything so tied?
The moves of the dance have been lame!
I’m dancing through life, it’s a mess,
but it is still not late,
I’m dancing through life, yet I guess
the goal is nothing great.