"Young Adult"

I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. I love music, but it frustrates me, because to date my music career has been a bust. And now I feel old and out of the loop. I don’t think the music business even exists anymore. I’m like a guy who wakes up at age 51 and discovers that what he wants to do more than anything is to build covered wagons. No matter how good those wagons are, that fellow is going to have a hard time finding work.

Young Adult

© 1997 Brian Hutzell

I know it’s bad; I know it’s wrong

I know it’s not good for me to be screaming and carrying on

I know it’s unwise; I know it’s uncool

I know the smoking and drinking is only playing the fool

Why do I always try to reach for the best but get the worst?

What’s the point of self-destruction?

Why can’t I ever find a useful function?

Am I too young to be grown-up

Too old to be a young adult?

Am I too weak to lift the cup?

Too strong to follow the popular cult?

Where am I?  Where am I?

On the map of life, on the map of life

Isn’t it quaint how I moan about the state of my home?

Isn’t it cute the way I bitch?

Is it more fun to keep the pain or scratch the itch?

It tries imagination

It defies explanation

Here’s a joke that makes me laugh:

I despise the very fish I’m trying to catch

Am I too young to be grown-up

Too old to be a young adult?

Am I too weak to lift the cup?

Too strong to follow the popular cult?

Where am I?  Where am I?

On the map of life, on the map of life

I know it’s rich

I know it’s strange

I know many folks will try to tell me, “Act your age!”

I know I’m lost--gone off the trail

Don’t know if it’s more frightening to succeed or fail.

Am I too young to be grown-up

Too old to be a young adult?

Am I too weak to lift the cup?

Too strong to follow the popular cult?

Where am I?  Where am I?

On the map of life, on the map of life