Oh
Boy it seems I'm Twenty One
It's been another year
I guess i should confess
About my existencial fears
And
Yes it may depress
But don't digress just take a knee
If you're a lady take my lap
Must be over 18
I figured what I love to do - That's great
Yet still I sometimes hesitate
If tortured artist is my fate
I need to stop and calculate
The time I spend here in this room
Whether it points to social doom
Assess the data and resume
And I'm still not sure
What to do
With these hands
When I'm out
And the ladies oh they love me
They won't take a minute's break
JK my love life's reminiscent
Of sad turtle's in the shade
But then again, I don't try
Trusting it'll drop by
If not, well oh my
I guess it's more bro time
My life always constant
Producing more content
Ten years in the making
And proud of the product
Productive but snoozing
The muse is elusive
Enough with excuses
Sit down and induce it
And I'm still not sure
What to do
With these hands
When I'm out