Existence

I was 20 and then I grew 30. I plastered into small spaces searching for meaning. Flew with dragons, studied 4 years plus one pretending I was enough. Talked and talked while hiding under black umbrellas. Fell in love, got a job. Travelled to space and back in the depths of my shallow mind. But it wasn't enough. I opened my eyes 20 and blinked 30 times. Experienced and revisited well-worn figments of my imagination. Worked night shifts in filthy bars and by day wrote unexplained codes for faceless start-ups. And days went on and on. Until I was no longer 20 and I was 30. Caught in a number, trapped in a body. Until I was no longer.