I stand all alone
On an empty stage
Wishing fate would turn the light on
I’ve felt all my life
Is an empty page
I’ve just begun to write on.
…
I am 16, going on 17.
I think that I’m naive.
Since I was was younger, I’ve had a hunger
Dreaming of what I could achieve
I am 16, going on 17
I do not feel adult
College and taxes, grinding those axes
What will be the result?
Totally unprepared am I
To face the world alone
Timid, and shy, and scared am I
I still do not feel grown
College, majors, assigned 500-pagers
Please tell me what to do
Soon to be 17, going on 18
I’m surely not ready
Are you?