It seems like, when you’re young, you have a billion years of living to do.
It seems like life is so long and death is so distant and you’re invincible.
But as you get older that feeling fades away and suddenly you feel like a fool
Because you’ve been cheated by society and all the work that you do.

You trade excitement for stress or success and wealth for youth.
You’ve been convinced by God-knows-who that “you can’t have your cake and eat it too”.
Money is priority - you have to pay for everything you own - that’s the rule
And you know this very well, so you drag through your years more pathetic than any fool

So one day you wake up, old and tired, unfulfilled with nothing worth remembering,
The days blended together, all the same, as you spent all your life working and surrendering
Years of being an “adult” has blinded you to free-spirit and now you see your ending
It stands right before you, taunting and mocking you, breaking you, bending

And then you really wake up, still only sixteen, halfway through your junior year
You wake up sweating, terrified of growing old, as if old age is something to fear
You wonder, “is it worth it?” because suddenly life is so short
And it’s when that fear disappears and your brain starts to warp

It’s then that you become the “mature” and standard adult
You accept and blindly abide by the world that just isn’t your fault.

When was it that we decided it was wrong to live for ourselves?