The things that are said
between these four walls
ring with the audacity of youth.
Trying on the crude, the rude, the fool,
the lost and no one understands me
They know it all and they
know nothing at all and can’t
tell the difference. Rational
thought and the irrational
pull of feelings and hormones
create the beauty of divine and flawed
interactions among them.
Rush to decision to action
but then retrospect is
for the older and wiser.
Buying time until face to face with
maturity knocking down their door.
They must answer and enter upon the
threshold of adulthood.