GROWING PAINS

I’m thinking of the times when ignorance was bliss;
When it was actually cute to be clueless;
When I could play; run wild and free
Cuz the outcome of my life didn’t depend on me.
I’m thinking back to days when life was simpler;
My decisions were made by my dad and mother
And of course, the responsibility for these choices was theirs;
It wasn’t my job to pray and hope for the best.
Back when time would pass; not run out or fly,
Emotions weren’t complicated: Happy? Laugh. Sad? Cry.
Bad wasn’t good; and good wasn’t relative.
Thinking 10 steps ahead was not at all imperative.
Time has long passed since the future was an adventure;
Not a pendulum swinging between success and failure.
Having passed the age I could be whatever I chose,
I walk away from my dreams; head for what pays the most.
Lord, if I take the wrong turn, won’t You point me back?
If I choose the wrong path, won’t You correct my track?
Feels like I’m choosing from behind a blindfold;
And I don’t want to regret life when I’m old.
So I step off this ledge and hope I’ll soar.
If I fall, let me land where You’ve intended all along.