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So I turned 21

And I couldn’t help but feel

That the dreams I once had

Began to slowly seal



That every birthday after this

I sink further into the mundane

And the painful truths that await

But hey… “no pain, no gain”



Even good ol’ Christmas time

All the love and holiday cheer

Floats away for every candle that’s blown

As the magic becomes less clear



We’re all expected to hustle

All through the day and all the night

Pushing the “non-stop” agenda

That’s dimming our light



They say college is the peak

As if there’s nothing but dread ahead

An endless loop of bills and stress

That doesn’t cease until your dead



Who saw this Earth,

The grass, the sun, the sky

And decided that the hustle was more important

Who came up with this lie?



8 hours of sleep, 10,000 steps a day

2 liters of water; oh and did you pray?

Meal prep, invest, and keep your house clean

Stay on track, follow your routine



“Attend an Ivy League School”

“Do well on the SAT”

“Have it all figured out”

“Channel that constant productivity”



And for what?

To be in debt, to sacrifice your health, to be belittled by your boss?

When did prioritizing me and my dreams

Become an instant loss?



When did exhaustion become the norm?

How are we meant to persevere?

If there’s no rainbow after the storm

Day after day, year after year



So what is the goal here?

If not to live free

And not bound to the shackles of expectations

Except those created by me



But I’ll choose to keep faith

That this life is more than they say

I’ll keep my head high

And do life my own way

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