This is the springtime of your life. Don't let it go to waste. Enjoy it.
/
Does that mean do crazy?
Does that mean do whatever I want?
Does that mean take advantage of
My independence till it's gone?
Does it mean drink a lot?
Does it mean do drugs?
Does it mean charm women,
Seeking approval, chasing hugs?
Does it mean being lazy?
Should I chill and lay back
Until I work hard a couple decades,
Die later from heart attack?
Does it mean act reckless?
Is it yolo swag **** everything else?
Form a youthful reckless checklist
Do what I want, never help?
Should I follow my heart,
Even if it's a lustful disaster?
People who have the most fun,
Are they now my masters?
Do I follow them?
Do I go out and party?
Is it safe?
Should I black out every other night? Hardly.
Is it do what I think is best?
Is that really fun?
Grades and help for everyone else,
Continuing from where I'd begun.
Is it autopilot?
Is that what I keep maintaining?
Do I ask a ton of questions?
My intellect, always straining?
Does that count?
Does that make it count?
If I overthink everything,
Can my happiness reach an amount
Where I look back, look down
Sit upon a couch
And say, **** that was fun
Time to retire and sell out
To the American Adult dream
Slowly crawling to the grave
At least I had fun then,
At least by memories, I'm saved.
I caved, I lost it,
I'm not a normal college kid.
I'm on a ride, on my mind,
In my life, but listen,
It's a blast, it *****
All of the wasted contemplating
But it beats blacking out,
Complaining, rebelling, and hating.
Here I am, patient
Looking forward to dating.
Self-centered, prideful,
Centralized around mating.
And it's cool, not bad,
I'll still grow up and look back,
"This is the springtime of your life.
Do what you want, no going back."
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
This is the springtime of your life. Don't let it go to waste. Enjoy it.
/
Does that mean do crazy?
Does that mean do whatever I want?
Does that mean take advantage of
My independence till it's gone?
Does it mean drink a lot?
Does it mean do drugs?
Does it mean charm women,
Seeking approval, chasing hugs?
Does it mean being lazy?
Should I chill and lay back
Until I work hard a couple decades,
Die later from heart attack?
Does it mean act reckless?
Is it yolo swag **** everything else?
Form a youthful reckless checklist
Do what I want, never help?
Should I follow my heart,
Even if it's a lustful disaster?
People who have the most fun,
Are they now my masters?
Do I follow them?
Do I go out and party?
Is it safe?
Should I black out every other night? Hardly.
Is it do what I think is best?
Is that really fun?
Grades and help for everyone else,
Continuing from where I'd begun.
Is it autopilot?
Is that what I keep maintaining?
Do I ask a ton of questions?
My intellect, always straining?
Does that count?
Does that make it count?
If I overthink everything,
Can my happiness reach an amount
Where I look back, look down
Sit upon a couch
And say, **** that was fun
Time to retire and sell out
To the American Adult dream
Slowly crawling to the grave
At least I had fun then,
At least by memories, I'm saved.
I caved, I lost it,
I'm not a normal college kid.
I'm on a ride, on my mind,
In my life, but listen,
It's a blast, it *****
All of the wasted contemplating
But it beats blacking out,
Complaining, rebelling, and hating.
Here I am, patient
Looking forward to dating.
Self-centered, prideful,
Centralized around mating.
And it's cool, not bad,
I'll still grow up and look back,
"This is the springtime of your life.
Do what you want, no going back."