Decisions of a Youth.
Life hasn't been seen
At the age of sixteen.
Yet decisions must be made
Before the choices can be weighed.
Passion or practicality?
Desire or actuality?
One or the other: no in between.
Think it out well for haste is a fiend.
I long to be Jane Eyre
Making decisions where everything ends fair.
Perfect for me and no one else
Demands for me, no one tells.
But this I can't see
Selfish I refuse to be.
It will will work out-I'm sure
In my favor though?
That I can't procure.
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