my 20s
i thought it was a number
twenty, add one, add two
it keeps going up and up
being in my 20s
have felt less like an adventure
and more like a roller coaster
standing at the brink of land and sea
my 20s has felt like a number
more so like a list of chores
that never ends
was it supposed to be things
i forgot to ask about?
was it supposed to be fun?
was it supposed to teach me things
i could never possibly learn?
was it supposed to be meaningful?
my 20s feel less like life and more like a number
my 20s feel more like survival than a comeback
i’ve kept myself in a bottle, stored away in the cabinets
within my house
there are butterflies inside me i haven’t let out
is it my youth, demanding to be let out?
or is it simply life, just waiting to be lived?
my 20s what are you scared of?
Your life, this song, will end
as soon as the lights go out.
my 20s, when will you truly start?
— Smriti