It feels old. and heavy.
It feels like a million things at once but on the other hand,
it still feels like me.
Only not.
Now I'm not a teen, I'm not young and carefree.
If you thought 19 was old, wait till the min hand changes and you're 20.
I'm changing.
Turning 20 without accomplishment, without a niche in life,
Without knowing, without feeling in my bones that I'm where I'm supposed to be.
Right track/Wrong train
Wrong train/Right track
When life is a muddle of lessons learnt,
how do you piece it together?
How do you say this lesson was learnt so I would do (this)
and not use the lesson in the wrong context.
Never trust a red car,
But then what if another red car could save your life?
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| Here's hoping. |
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