To see them think for themselves
To see the cogs in their mind
Turning, whirling
Some turn later
Some turn slower
Others earlier
Others faster
But they all turn.
A journey each has to make on his or her own
A self-identity crisis I call it.
Where they learn about themselves
And make crucial decisions
In thinking,
In deeds,
In actions,
That will affect them for the rest
of their life.
I can only guide
Watch from afar
And smile to see
them grow up.
