i am sixteen
and my future lies
in my hands but its
being pulled and tugged at
by things like
scholarships
leadership positions
GPA
not such a straight path now, is it

i am sixteen
and discovering a new joy
stumbling upon
the passion you were always meant
to find
leaving the stagnant
for the bold and burning and enchanted
shows a lack of dedication
so i sit in my lovely self-made cage

round and round on the merry-go-round
i wonder where it will spit me out?

we are sixteen
and the gloves and
the stiff lips have failed to take note of
our dear fickle hearts
and the immense courage with we run
the scorched
shadowy dreams in our eyes
that cannot be discovered in the time it takes
to find a prom date