A Coming of Age Story
To the DMV I drove, full of bliss
Aware of the independence I would soon gain
I was sure my childhood was one I would no longer miss
For I would become a lone lion with a long mane
As I received my license, I envisioned all the journeys that would ensue
No longer would my destination be determined
I would drive to school, the gym, and even the zoo
It is as if I turned over a new curtain
With great power comes great responsibility
Was something I could not quite understand
Until driving my dad's workers soon became a new activity
The adult life has a lot to demand
This is the story of my grow up
and of my glow up
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