‘Who am I ?
what is my calling?’
said the girl all of nineteen
‘the existential angst plagues each human’
the girl observed gravely.
The mother kept quiet wondering
did I provoke too much?
did I prod and probe where it hurts?
the desire to encourage can sometimes be detrimental
the urge to awaken can sometimes irritate.
The junk food lover nodding to western beats
was wiser beyond her thoughts
so the mother sat quiet in awe of the thinking teenager.