when i was 15 i had the time of my life
fun and joy and insane laughter was rife
good times were like a juggernaut rolling on
there simply was no time to be forlorn

when i was 18 i was still having fun
life was fine and cares there were none
knowledge tempered glee but it let me be
careful i tread but the thorns i could see

when i was 21 life still retained comfort
experience was what i called all that hurt
the erstwhile smooth brow had many a furrow
thats how i thought one could ever grow

when i was 24 i yearned for radical change
plunged eagerly into something very strange
there was still some semblance of confidence
the great unkown i figured will make sense

when i am almost 27 i know its futile
finding anything thats worth the while
so i meander along this river of dreams
life's noise drowns out all my screams

so i plod on with what little i've got
nursing the scars from the battles fought
life is this little shell i call my own
where i pretend i am fully grown

this too shall pass