Another Time Another Place Another Generation

Another Time,
Another Place,
Another Generation

This scenario plays itself out about every twenty years.
New youth reaching for adulthood, ignorant of what's expected, with loads of fears,
Not knowing what's coming next nor how they'll appear.
Each generation feels it's never been done before they arrived here.

The teenagers are only aware of one thing: they need to be "grown-up"
More than any other ambition they had ever dreamed up.
But after waiting "most of their life," they finally get there,
And most of them have no clue what is what and where is where.

That great, reached-for adulthood suddenly doesn't look all that great.
What the Sam Hill do I do now? And the whole world waits
On you, and you stand there and wait for the earth to move
'Cause you've dreamed that "then" is when the earth moved.

You can never know all this unless you have been there,
And if you live, you most certainly will get there.
Good luck to you, and join the club of "if only," "why," and "I thought."
You finally get to understand what growing up has wrought.

Hope you figure it out soon, 'cause it'll pass a lot faster than a speeding jet,
And you won't have a clue where it went, nor how far did you get.
Even so, enjoy each day for you'll never go back.
The reminder of your life is hanging there beckoning you, and that's the fact.

Now how you relate to your last years is entirely up to you.
You can make it count to contribute in ways never offered you,
Or you can live completely in the past and the land of "I wish I had."
So now is your last chance to make it count, and it is no passing fad.