placing a step exactly to the plan.
I stumble. Where can I get a guide?
Everyone hurries forward with
work. Family. Responsibility.
Three years a New Adult, I'm
unwed. Childless. Unemployed.
I creep and peek into the grown-up world
emotions under the control
never to betray.
Fear, anger, distaste; repressed.
Love, excitement, joy; leaked
then quickly contained.
I don't want to learn these new rules. Perhaps
its too late
I've traded fizzy for shots already.
But guilty I am,
of cartoons, cereal as dinner and smiling for no reason.
Someone else can take my place
at the grown up table.