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.