Oh my gosh what's going on, life has turned quite weird,
I pressed on from the stunting crowd and now I don't know where I am,
I've met plenty of hurdles in this never-ending story;
Boy, it appears that life is nothing but a vague journey.
Like wings inside a cocoon; the cultivation stirs,
List barely checked off, hardly where I need to be,
Now after it all, only glimmers of achievement I see;
Can't you tell? I'm a seasoned vet with a tucked in shirt.
Eyes of hazel show off his stubble prickle his baby-face,
Am I ready to face it all, to spread my wings aloft?
Heaven forbid if they see you cry,
No! I'm grown and shall endure running the race ahead.
I feel so broken and scared, and though there are no grades,
Trusting my skills for a test hardly studied is where I am,
Am I nothing but a millennial seeking mercy in this apocalyptic mess?
Is this no more than a brief notion bleeding from a young, but experienced mind?
