Real life beats at me

Back and forth from shore to sea

Work and love, money and friends

Confusion lasts until the end

Politics, intrigue, scheming and lust

Makes it hard to decide what is just

Push it away and it comes flooding back

This innocent boy now a man -but intact?

He’s found what it means to be an adult

But heart or mind, which does he consult?

So much to learn and nothing but time

And all to show for it is dirt and grime

He still doesn’t know, and it’s THAT which he fefars:

Too much emotion, or too many beers?