Quarterlife

You have only
Paced as long as you could
& eventually.
Things have gone way too good
Well, can’t understand
Part of his plan
It’s not coming through, I blame
That I’m insane
Ahhh, you have been too complacent
Ahhh, never making advances
Dream on your own
While you creep on your phone
& try to disown
All those chances you’ve blown
In the quarterlife
Your follies
You craven
You can’t react
Just fall into bitter sleep
Can’t understand
Part of his plan
It’s not coming through, I blame
That I’m insane
Found you in places
Lost you in faces