I turn twenty-three in twelve days
I still have not gotten anywhere with my life
I am a loser in a ****** city
full of people who cheat and lie
I feel pathetic a lot of the time
I should be in college planning my future
But high school drop outs do not get to plan things
they stay stuck regretting past choices
I do not want to be forty years old
still dreaming of the life I want
Everyone I know has moved on in some way
even my enemies are doing alright
What if my dreams are really just dreams
that belong in my mind when I sleep
Maybe my high school teachers were right
without their lectures I will not be anything
Still a part of me is glad I am not as far as everybody else
Maybe I am on the right track with my dreams
maybe something great is in the making
Maybe this is the year my dreams come true
I will finally be the published writer I want to be
Maybe everything I have been working so hard for
will pay off when I am twenty-three