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She's twenty something
Late twenties really
Just a little before thirty
She's from New Jersey
But she work's in NY
You know, that city where dreams are made
Or at least created
It's like a place that holds a lot of dreams really
That dream of leaving everything behind
And starting a new
Of becoming your own self
With out a care in the world
At least not caring what anyone else thinks anyway
Well at twenty something
It's kind of when you come to know
A lot of things
Like the fact that as everyone else is getting married
You're still single
Yet it doesn't' bother you
But your friends, they start to want to settle down
They don't all want to be 'late–
for that very important date'
Ah yes, life
That thing everyone is trying to rush
While those that take it in stride
Are simply called hippies
Peace-love and flower power
But why rush?
Why are you trying to become
That adult that hates the job traveled to every day
That looks forward to the evening to forget with a glass of wine
The person that gets into a relationship to conform–
To the pressures of society,
Those that say you should already be married with a mortgage
And 2.5 children–point five!
What's the point of that?
Isn't that what drives to the point of no return
Where so many people refuse to look back and
Just go deeper and deeper
You know with the abuse that no one will confirm out loud
Drinking, zanax and valium here and there
Because no one wants to feel…
But really, what's so bad?
If you didn't want it
Why did you take it?
When did you lose yourself?
Is that what being an adult is really about?
Well no wonder Peter Pan never wanted to be one!
She'll just stay
Stay right where she is and keep studying
Keep learning about what she likes
And what's right for her
At twenty something,
She might be on to something
The greatest moments of her life
Because she wants to feel
She's up for the ups and downs that will come
She's ready for them
To learn from them and embrace from them
Because she just refuses to be that person
That will let everything bring her down
She won't conform
She's going to rebel
Loud or silently,
She's just going to do it
It's the only way she knows
And maybe that's part of her magic
That fairy dust that she just can't let go of
Dreams–because they are achievable
Did she just say that?
Cliché right?
Oh touché
-Bionica
