They tell you high school are the best years of your life,

              But time passes….

              They tell you college are the best years of your life,

              But time passes….

              They tell you young adulthood are the best years of your life,

              But time still passes….

           

When you are finally out on your own

             The world feels like a god, embracing you into its arms

             and this god is by no means a gentle giant.

             It’s a cruel, unforgiving, rugged, and robust being.

             It’s hugs full of discomfort, sorrow, and uncertainty,

             with short kisses full of nostalgia, triumph, and joy

           My mind is like a labyrinth, cluttered with many obstacles

            Anxiety

            Fear

           Misery

           who dwell here, waiting to pounce at any second,

           As you encounter them, your deepest thoughts come to fruition

           Like will I be able to get employed or can I pay for my tuition?

           but I guess that what comes in the package once enter your 20’s

The Package will be full of things you ordered, and maybe things you didn’t

          But somehow, you’ll be able to find a way to put them on your shelf

          Sideways

          Downwards

          Upwards

          It just takes a little time for it to fit right into place

        And once you do that, it’s time to make more space

         But this time, you’ll be a little more prepared

         No matter what comes inside the box