At 13 - it's a magazine

Next to the pony-queen in the rain

At 14 - it's a daydream

It's a book that you read on the train

At 15 - it's a lazerbeam

It cuts to the core of your soul

At 16 - it's a favourite scheme

The prize & revard for the bold

And if ,while breaking your heart

You pry it apart, you'll find

That what was good for you then

Is good for you now

But your mind will tell you

It's too late

You missed it and that's your fate...

At 17 - it's not what it seems

A much stronger force than you thought

At 18 - you run out of steam

And wonder why you even fought

At 19 -...............................................

It all seems like a dream