Transitions

I hate transitions! They never are fun,
Like going to college when high school is done.
Like being a champion, then having to lose,
Like being a landlubber sent on a cruise.
Like plunging in ice water after a sauna,
Like changing your diet to flora from fauna.
You're innocent, then worldly.
It happens over night.
You're tomboy, then you're woman.
(Do anorexics have it right?)
You get your first kiss in the back of a car,
And soon you've "transitioned" a little too far.
With breath-taking speed, you're suddenly married,
Tied to a job, middle-aged, divorced, buried.
If just for a week the floors would stay swept,
The dishes stay stacked and the promises kept.
If only a week the mill would stop grinding,
The tide would stop ebbing,
The cheese would stop binding.
Life is all change and mutation and flux.
It's too hard to follow.
Transition sucks!
I wish I could chuck it and stay here in bed.
When all this is over, I'm gonna stay dead.