Between fifteen and sixteen years.
They tell me that it is for the best,
But that doesn't extinguish my fears.
My number is called, and so on I go,
Toward either freedom or doom.
I try to remember the answers I know,
And expel the perpetual gloom.
But in reality, 'tis not that hard,
The prize I am striving to earn--
Transporting rights in a small plastic card;
Now I am permitted to learn.