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