Youth and its problems

In the labyrinth of life, a teen wanders lost,
A ship in a storm, at an unknown cost.
Waves of emotions crash on the shore,
A heart full of dreams, yet aching for more.

A butterfly trapped in a tight glass jar,
Wings of potential, but no room for flight.
A garden of thoughts, tangled and wild,
The mind of an adult, the soul of a child.

A mountain to climb, with peaks out of sight,
Each step is a battle, each day a fight.
A river of change, flowing too fast,
Moments of joy, but they never last.

A mirror reflects a face unknown,
A quest for identity, a path overgrown.
Stars in the sky, dreams held high,
Yet shadows of doubt cloud the eye.

In the maze of youth, they search for the key,
To unlock the future, to set themselves free.
With courage as their compass, and hope as their guide,
They’ll navigate the journey with strength inside.

A forest of choices, paths intertwined,
Decisions, like whispers, echo in the mind.
A compass of values, yet the needle spins,
Seeking the direction where the journey begins.

A phoenix in ashes, yearning to rise,
From the flames of doubt, to touching the skies.
A canvas of life, the colours have yet to blend,
Brushstrokes of hope, on which they depend.

A symphony of voices, each note a plea,
For understanding, for the world to see.
A dance of shadows in the light of day,
Finding their rhythm in their own unique way.

A storm in the mind, thunder and rain,
Seeking the sunshine, amidst the pain.
A lighthouse of wisdom, guiding the way,
Through the fog of confusion, to a brighter day.

A garden of friendships, some bloom, some fade,
In the soil of trust, new bonds are made.
A tapestry woven with threads of care,
Each stitch is a memory, each colour rare.

A book with blank pages, uninterested stories,
Chapters of courage, waiting to unfold.
A pen in their hand, ink from their soul,
Writing their journey, making them whole.

A clock that ticks, moments that flee,
Chasing the future, yet longing to be free.
A pendulum swings, between fear and delight,
Balancing dreams in the quiet of night.

A bridge to cross, from youth to grown,
Steps of uncertainty, yet never alone.
A hand to hold, a voice to cheer,
In the journey of life, they persevere.

A star in the sky, a wish in the breeze,
Hopes that whisper, in the rustling trees.
A constellation of dreams, shining so bright,
Guiding their path, through the darkest night.