If the world were ever to be stuck in a loop of endless time, would you find solace in being a teen? I shall.
Seven 'teen' years are coming to a close,
a week remains before nineteen is transformed into an alien by force.
A martian without a tail- mind you!-
unlike the seven forms that followed the others' example-
neither did they complain nor trample,
but carried their tails with grace.
Alas, soon shall twenty hail,
twenty without a tail.
Is the beginning of the tail-less era
the beginning of the end?
If time were to halt in a sudden improbable twist of events,
I wish it were now, so I can make amends.
But here I'm like everyone else,
at the mercy of time's waywardness.
Yet, I ponder fondly upon the nineteen years of human adventure,
and dream of places I shall go miles yonder!
A handful of days left as a teen,
the last month of being nineteen,
I shall soon not be a teen anymore,
but I long to be one forevermore-
ay no biggie.
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