Becoming an adult is the realization
That you'll lose all your free time to
Punching clocks and filling the gas tank
45 bucks at the station
40 on gas and
5 on a pack of cigarettes
To ease the agony that my life is
Controlled by cycles
Cycles of depression
Of the latest mobile game
Of craving knowledge
Of giving up on everything after a few weeks
Of dreeding on how I'm losing
Time to do things I enjoy
Yet I spent afternoons putting things off.
But what am I to do?
I've put almost four thousand miles
On my car
Yet I still find myself driving the main road
Of my home town
Still going to the same places
Dealing with the bullshit drivers
Wanting to be someplace new