Wasting away my youth by working diligently.
For what?
I should be fucking and having fun,
Not bearing this weight 
of my parents’ inability to grow up 
by growing up way too fast.

I should have zero dollars 
in the bank 
because I have spent it all on dumb things 
that I loved.

But, rather, I am geriatric,
Stuck in the temple of twenty four—
Wasting it on worrying about today,
tomorrow,
and yesterday,

And writing these words.