"Never look ahead, tend to slack around
People keep asking me what's next, as if I know where I'm bound
Continuous thoughts come to me thinking I know what to do
Then I stare at the mirror and wonder who is this foo
Never truly see myself as real but life's coming full throttle
And most people I see in this life style has earned a tight grip on the bottle
Do I really want this life for myself?
I pretend like everything's okay but I simply don't seek help
What goes on inside is meant only for me
What my eyes do is simply bothersome, I'm blind yet I can see
The future is blind and scary at best
People are really only around for one thing, this is a money fest
It's what it boils down to, money rules money conquers
People don't want to forget happiness but need to live, life is bonkers
This is inevitable and we will one day come to peace
We find our own beauty in life, and this madness will cease"
I've been thinking a lot about the future, and how everyone tells me its time to get that work life going and enjoy the last bit of college. As if my freedom is done after these next few months, and my life will only become shit from here. I won't lie it has been some frightening times, thinking of myself being lost in a 9-5 which I'm not even sure if it exists for me or if I'm even qualified to be able to do all of this. College by far has been an experience, and whats to come after this is definitely up in the air, now if only people would stop asking me whats next. Like how am I supposed to know this? Guess I'll figure that out soon enough, at least I hope I do..........
