Again today
naiveté of youth]
teenage talk of dreams
fluff like five-year-plans
x, y, z, by thirty
but, they didn’t fall our way
(didn’t fall your way)
Oh no, again today
acceptance cures, hard, in time
but like black ice, it’s too late, when you see
each compromise, a sidestep, away from,
the binary of twenty
but we must go on
this road’s a lifetime long
we must go on
