I look at the teaming teens,
Dressed in colorful attire,
Chatting about everything under the sun.
Full of confidence and informative fire.
I remember my teens,
Cowering with shyness and fear of what awaits me,
Sticking to books and no extra curiosity,
Beyond what was told.
When at look at the teens today,
I search for one look of innocence.
All I find is teens of two types.
The overmature,too confident and brashing ones,
And the ones who suffer out of pressure ,better of none.
Life for them is too fast,
In this fast ,competitive journey,
will anything like simplicity and innocence ever last?