As a Teen 
My path programed as a watchword 
Lonely Monitored to be guided 
Less worrisome 
Maybe, because 
I got experienced guardian

As a teenager 
My path shared not to whole 
Briefly monitored and barely guided 
Bit worrisome to strive 
Maybe, because 
I seize to prove independent 

As a youth 
My path interweave with my career 
Total responsibility to guide 
Though worrisome when unplanned 
Maybe, because 
I penned my progress on it 

As an Adult 
My path for a companion 
An illusion not to be guided by pretense 
A worrisome challenge 
Maybe, because 
Love fades away as life progresses