20s Are Confusing.
20s are confusing. I know. For everybody.
Because in 20s, if I want to be someone I don’t have the luxury to dream about it.
Now I just have to do it.
I have to do something that maybe I have only thought about, and when I did, I gave a marvelous performance. All in my mind.
Now I just have to do it.
A sudden grasp of unknown shivers me, makes me realize how soothing dreaming must be. I had no fear of failure, no laughing stock to be.
I tremble to face unknown, to attend more tests. Because this time I don’t have the courage to be the best.
Dozens of motivational videos are staring at my feed. Yet my mind is not mature to understand there’s nothing in it.
20s are confusing. They say there’s a rush in our blood and bravery to show. Yet, 20s are confusing, sometimes more than my 16s or so.
I miss my 16, o sweet sixteen of mine!
I was so brave with rushes in my blood. I didn’t know the blood type, yet knew what it rhymes. I used to utter, and believe, my dreams. Will go over seven seas and thirteen sweet streams.
I miss my 16 when every question used to be answered by my books. Now my books seem even more confusing than my 18s used to.
20s are confusing, I know, for everybody.
Cause now when I get jealous of someone I know that the same person is jealous of someone else there might be.
I want to achieve more, yet so scared to give enough. I want to explore, yet so timid to laugh.
Now I laugh to pretend that it’s alright, I am okay. Days are gone by when those were real.
20s are confusing, I am serious, believe me.
Because now I understand me more, yet afraid to be.
I cover myself, get silent and numb. I fear someone would suspect the waves behind.
I want to stay humble so no one gets to know the rebel. Still, I dream. Soon I’ll unleash it to go over seven seas and thirteen sweet streams.
