Goodbye 21

My 21st year of life is coming to an end. This year I was an angel and a fiend, An undesired neutral and a friend, Lost, found, then quarantined. In other words: I will cherish the memories this year has brought. I will put them all inside my tiny piggy bank for thoughts. This year… Oh this year… I will mourn it. I will detest it. I will wait for its unlikely return. I will write it down, tear it to pieces And then I will watch it all burn. It was a year of stagnation, With fleeting moments of revelation. It was a year of ruined ideals, I even had a few last meals… Nevertheless, we’re plowing on, Forgetting the foregone.