Choices

Someone, 

Tell me when it's over. 

This mess that's speeding up, 

Or will it even go lower

Than it has already fallen now? 

I'm sixteen. 

And I don't yet have the so-called 'experiences',

All try to embark upon. 

But you know what

I really wanna know, 

What those experiences reckon. 

Some go the spiritual way. 

Some choose the scientific one. 

Some crave glamour, 

And some pick up the gun. 

I'm yet to come out, 

From this disarray, life has dispensed me. 

Only then can I think about, 

The decision I have to make to be free. 

If you're wondering why you never have ups, 

You're not alone pal. 

Maybe we'll have our share of choices, 

Or not.