Can’t stay all stoic; it’s too chaotic.
I miss the days I was carefree, so frolic,
Now it’s all about speed—turning sonic.
I can’t voice my pain; it’s not phonic,
Dreams dissolve in a grind so chronic.
I miss the days when life was symphonic.
Chasing goals, but the joy feels hypnotic,
Every moment blurs, turning robotic.
I scream inside, yet the silence is ironic,
Is this the price we pay to be iconic?
When did emotions grow so platonic?
As the clock goes tik tik tik,
I feel the weight, but I won’t get sick.
Trying hard, refusing to quit,
Weariness and fatigue might prick,
But my hard work is no mere skit.
This isn’t idiotic or just a trick;
Results don’t come with a single click
Or a finger flick—this isn’t magic.
No need to feel pathetic or panic,
Even when life feels this hectic.
I dream of a future so exotic,
So I’ll push forward, starting from the basics.
With every step, I’ll come back classic—
This energy is electric, and it’s epic.
I’ll find joy in the process, not just the result,
Challenging each day as a young adult.
Thriving in the hustle cult,
Learning to rise above every insult.
Sometimes, I just need to step back and reset,
Take a breath, let the world forget.
Sometimes, I just need to touch some grass, I guess,
Clear my mind, let stress pass and regress.
Disconnect to reconnect, find my peace,
Let the world slow down and let my mind release.
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