"It's been a while, stopping by to see whats new
But just like I expected, I sit in the same spot without a clue
Life's good, flying high, reaching goals as I desire
Making moves and earning bread, also shes pretty fire
Yet I sit here making myself think
Never knowing if I'm ever allowed to blink
Will I make it or will I flop?
This upcoming 9-5 nightmare sounding over the top
Hearing nothing but regrets and flashbacks
Running through my mind while I sell iPhone's and Macs
Time is precious and we ain't getting it back
Got to keep going, I've got goals to reach before I give up and pack
I'll live with some regret but I'll get it just right
My body can wear down and jobs can take over, I won't quit without a fight
College was a luxury, fucking weird I know
But chillin' with homies, having the time, there's nothing like it
Gotta swing and hope I hit, sit down Kershaw"
Some time has passed and everything is different, new job, new goals, new pal, who the fuck is this? With me getting closer to graduation more and more thoughts have begun to get to me. Seeing an old friend and her struggles, everyone telling me to enjoy the months before life, knowing that I will inevitably end up stuck in a building for most of my life, I'm sounding like a real millennial. They say we have issues because we feel entitled, having the luxury of getting things when we want them. But is it so wrong to simply want to enjoy a career? That is where the real fear sets, knowing my life will be spent giving my time to something I may not believe in, selling out for the money like I originally planned. Too far deep for a fresh start, but how do I know where to start when I'm all over the place. I don't know if I have a real passion. Time will tell, when I'm down to the wire I'll have to make a call. Fuck it, I'll play my part until then
also Dodger's lost the world series again......
Don't care but this triggers people.
