There is a turning
Point in life
Where values change,
A time when one’s
Priorities are rearranged,
New goals are set in
The light of new
Knowledge gained.
Old ways are passed
And left behind.
(But always remain,
As conscious, and
Unconscious memory.)

Material goals and
Desires may be
Realized immediately,
But the ones that make
More sense, and have
More intrinsic long-term
Meaning, cannot be
Realized before, from this
Plane of life we are freed.
And until death
It may not be known
What in life we should
Be doing.

Surmise we can, though,
And change our path,
Attempting to decide where
Our future lies:
But whatever’s done now
Shall be answered for
In another time, as the
Things about us are
Seeds long ago sown.

This turning point in
Life; a time of contemplation,
A weighing of many
Alternatives, and projection
Of many more hopes;
Hopes as yet unrealized,
And hopes, controlled by
Desires we may or may not
Understand.

I am now at that strange
Period, that pondering time:
The turning point in life,
And have been for
Twenty-two years.