Hey, look! Another emo pseudo rap song where I complain about things. How many of these do I get before my body starts producing its own eyeliner?

Will it last?

I’ve tried calling out
Is anyone listening?
The fire still burns
But each day it’s weakening.
It’s sickening, and slipping from my grasp,
I’ve been told to look ahead
But I’m fixated on my past

And so I must ask
Has the window passed?
And if not, will it last?

A year or two go by each time I chance a blink
I’ve tried to mark it down, my watch refused to sync
I’ve had some time to think, I haven’t slept a wink
Nothing’s been figured out, I can’t afford a hint.

Each day that passes only adds upon what I’ve not done,
Each night reminds me of the many things I can’t outrun,
I’ve looked for meaning in my actions and yet I found none
Making it worse is that I know that I’m the lucky one

I miss being 21, I’m 27 now,
Supposed to make it in this world but I can’t fathom how
Questions are not allowed; learn to smile through the scowl.
As you get older it gets harder to stand straight than bow.

I’m an adult now, one of the many in this small town,
In this city, so forgive me, for the indulgence of writing this down,
But I’ve found: isolation, frustration in place of elation,
I’ve tried for assimilation, but I always come unbound.

Am I broken? How often was that question spoken?
I swim against the tide, but I’m burdened by my doubt.
Yeah, I’m drowning in a drought,
All my senses seem to shout,
There’s an ambush up ahead
And I’m not sure that I’ll make it out.