I am twenty two and I am worried where it’s going,
And then you say, it’s early to start worrying.
Sometimes you ask, what my plan is for the future,
And there I’m still clueless, end up pretending to be a loser
I dream the life of a wanderer, I say,
Around the country, and the world over
But then you say how do you plan to settle further
And there am left confused, moreover
I am twenty two, at the prime of my youth hood
Even though I still yearn to go back to my childhood
Back to the time when I fancied growing up
And caution, Oh my mind! Please shut up
It’s tough to be in your twenties, you miss those friendship
That now exists only in the Facebook news feed.
I always wish to add it to the cart,
Only to close the browser back to the start
OH ! why is twenty always confused at heart.
You tell me don’t make friends with any stranger so soon
And then you bring me an unknown bridegroom?
I make friends, I make love, I make cake and I make worksheets
Believe me the above line is pointless, totally irrelevant
But so is my life to you, the aunty who lives across the street
Why do you bother so much? Do I have to make it more evident?
They will talk, advise, stand beside, and perhaps sympathize
But then ultimately you have to live your life
So what if it’s twenty? Live life king size
Laugh, love, dream, follow your heart
If you stumble, there is always a new start
Why plan, learn to take a chance
Coz someone has said, twenty happens only once