So is this how it was hyped to be?
Adulthood they call it,
Busy we call ourselves, yet so bored,
Passionate about goals, but lethargy creeps in
Doesn’t matter what you’ve fared,
Sweetness is the dress code.
Ambitions locked away in a prized cell,
But burning through the soul like living hell
On the exterior, all’s swell,
In the core, it is a labyrinth of paradoxes.
Muddled days get more frequent,
When your all grown up
Childhood seems like a heavenly place
That we sailed through
Yearning for the past,
Doesn’t put us in any good place
Negativity, is just a tear away
Let’s buck up
And find happiness in every broken toothed smile,
Sunshine in an episode of a sitcom
Beauty from the wrinkle on your mothers face
Let’s not give away our right to be happy,
Let’s rewind, but look ahead
Let’s dance in the rain
Let’s melt away in glazing sun
Let’s spread cheer when we don’t have any
Oh let’s buck up already!