How foolish I was growing up
Wishing I was an adult soon enough
Imagining all these wild scenarios
As if adulthood is devoid of woes
Recenlty I turned twenty-four
I have been carrying more than I ask for
Far from the childhood fantasies before
I live in this constant dread and horror
A lot of things are in my mind
Bills, work, and responbilities of any kind
Intrusive thoughts in my mind dances
Disrupting the rest I rarely have chances
But I can't complain, I have to work
I need to keep up with this fast-paced world
Because a lot is relying on my shoulder
I have no room to fail or falter
I am tired to my very core
Day by day my mind is running more
One day my body will submit
To this tiredness, that I can't accept
Can I not be me for just a single day?
For a single day, I don't want to be myself
Can everything be someone else's problem
Can I let things go, for just a single day
Will my dreams even reach the heights?
Or is everything here just pointless exercise
Can anyone assure me that everything in motion
Will soon enough come into fruition
One day, I want to date again
And meet all the friends I lost along the way
Experience new things for the first time
And meet the people I'll keep for a lifetime
All these thoughts I am panicking for
Intrusive thoughts so uncalled for
Seems silly looking at the bigger picture
What was I worried for
I'm only twenty-four
