QUARTER LIFE CRISIS

This thing called AGE drags like sagging breasts of an 80 year old
AGING is painful like a love that catches you off guard
Like a song you play over and over till you can’t stand to hear it no more
Its deafening sound fades with echoes of hallow depth
AGE is a reasoned reasonable basis
It makes you think of supposed importance
Like procreation, elevation, and presentation
Of self awareness things like introspection
When you realise that you’ve reached the AGE where
Independence and Power matter no more
Where profession is no longer relevance
But in essence a home with babies, puppies and lilies
Really mean dreams that matter no matter
The divinity of our destinies when they choke you
Recognizing the apprehension of AGE
That makes you stay in unhappy relations
Trying to outrun loneliness, trying to beat
The progressing nature of AGE waits for no one
Like opportunities that happen once in a lifetime
Like the day you are born and the day you die
AGING in search of mending broken hearts
Longing to rectify pain inflicted by egotistical AGE
Knowing that at 27 I will be 30 in less than 3 years
AGE is a thing that scares you when you are alone
Silence entertains the loudness of authenticity
When meaningless bliss becomes the enemy
The sullenness of resentful bitter warmth
Where love matters more than anything in the world
My lover who is like well written dimensions
Like sense for common sense
AGE is the stability of mentality and spirituality
It is maturity and surety of self indulge and pleasantries
Of knowing the known knowledge of knowing you knew nothing at all
AGE is humility and unity of self love and lover’s love
Accepting weakness to learn strength
This thing called AGE is like dimpled thighs at 45
Like a grey hair at 25
Like a defining moment at 35
Time evolving into significant significance
AGE is developed growth