The Transition

I believe some of us go through this.

The alarm rings

Myself gets up

Prepares breakfast

Then hurries to work 

And kick my a*s

For a penny's worth

Monthly bills

Are tormenting the head

My mind and  heart

So much Has bled

Making decisions

Solely on my own

I thought independence

is a freedom but wrong

Mom and dad 

Are nowhere in sight

Their presence and help

Would to me a delight

Have to configure my mind

For these things that I mess

I'm no longer a child

But not yet an adult

I guess.

Author's Note

I would love to read any thoughts from you.