| There was a time when I would like to write and string words together to just put together how I was feeling for the day. I call them poems. You can choose to differ of course. Maybe one day I'd write them into songs.. if I only knew how to. For now, they are just words that exist in my frame of reference at a point in time Smacked in the middle of this supposed turbulent twenties Feeling relatively calm Settling into routines Learning how the big world works Been thinking of this since I was little Financial independence grown up endeavours and a credit card to purchase a slice of happiness Now I have this Am I supposed to jump for joy? So you get what you want but not quite what you need Never expect to be caught between this the past, present and future all crashing into one And where does it all fit One day I'd look back and marvel at my energy at my angst at my cynicism at my stoic front at all the things that did and did not The supposed turbulent twenties Not quite as turbulent as I thought |
| poems and trains of jumbled up thots |
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