I wish my 20's happened in my early 20's and didn't slip into my early 30's.

I wish I didn't feel so sheltered that I needed to rebel.

But your 20's has less to do with your age, but more to do with whatever stage in life you are performing for.

As I sit here ****** looking at the "love of my life" sleeping  on my couch less than 1 foot away from me, I feel used. I've already been through this phase "my love" is going through. And I stay for support. And I play our relationship like A.I. played  Basketball. I find our arguments are all based around this question: "We talking about practice?"

Not a moment will be wasted.
Every detail is planned out to the end.
No Murphy's Law will take effect.
On this I place a winners bet. My future I have planned.
Frame work drawn firmly in the sand.
A system of structure no person can rupture.
Standing tall. Knowing where  I belong.
No theme song, just me holding on.
Not being taken off this track or this rhythmic beat.
This train is my future it must stay on track.
Leaving from the last stop downtown all the way uptown.
It's not express. I’m making all local stops.
I can’t get there any faster.
This isn’t Rush Hour. Jackie Chan is not my partner. I am my own partner. Ill need help but I wont depend on anyone.
I just brought this new watch please God don’t let it stop.
Tick tock, tick tock.

The Man he used to be was better than any man you could ever be.
After him I learned that love is a disease. He is my father and he had to leave.
His moves as quickly as a sneeze
as quick as the soul supposedly attempts to leave- the body.

Seeing him running through that proverbial door,
He was six feet tall and when he slept he would snore. Bass line louder than any working *****.
Picking up after him was my hobby.
Almost anything you could imagine
Smarter than any book,
A lot of lessons were learned from this book.
A mans handshake:
“Look my son firm like this,
Look them in the eyes so they can know who you are.”
Page 23 in his book
Page 23 in my book.