" The time has come," she said to me.
Eyes of a child, I could not look at her directly.
She was the sun.
Bright with knowledge and fun.

" I'm not ready." barely audible.
She smiled as if she knew I no longer felt unstoppable.
I wanted to rest in her arms.
Break down my guards, let her shield me from harms.

But she could not pick me up.
Whether she is real or not, thoughts like this had my mind corrupt.

" You know better."
Listen to her to be blessed with better weather.
" Its time, my friend."
She wanted to see me in turmoil? Must my carefree days end?

" Its just a choice."
One that will turn my heart dark, or cause it to rejoice.
I need a voice.
What's hers is mine, except hers never worries about boys.