soon, i’ll turn 26
maybe it’s time to let go of some tricks
focus on moments that bring me cheer
but i hope i don’t forget my pen at the pier
for when i return home and the day turns night
i might forget how to write.

soon, i’ll be 27
not ready to work from nine to eleven
or settle down without knowing me
still young, still wild, i’ll let it be
they’ll like me still, sweat and all
even when i stumble, i won’t fall.
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