Choices

With parties abounding Why stay home alone Your Mon and your Father Can’t see that you’ve grown No talent or accent Are you really quite plain No thunder or lightning Just a 13 year rain The pressure to join in It’s really intense Obtain the right symbols On any pretense No flash zoom or dazzle You’ll not make the grade Until you’re prepared For the great masquerade Trade referent for symbol And true wealth for cash Make failures flamboyant And cultivate dash Just live for the moment It’s all that you’ll get Don’t think back or ponder You’ll only regret That what you must lay down Exceeds what you’ll be Just wood in a sawmill Not a lush growing tree