These "fun years" are wearing off like bright pink nail polish,
and this routine is like eating the same bowl of cereal every day.
These days aren't living up to their expectations.
so,
maybe,
  possibly,
    perhaps,
                                 it gets better than this?

harder...
    more fulfilling
challenging
   yet,
more enjoyable?

I wanna get settled, settled, settled.

Stick me into the wet soil somewhere,
just as long as I grow to my fullest potential
and I get picked and end up adding color to someone's kitchen.