'Tis a precarious age this - Twenty five,
Should I behave as a boy? Or have I grown into a man?
Shall I try to get the best out of the two worlds?
Should I try to act matured as far as I can?
'Tis a crazy age this - Twenty five,
you think my juvenile heart will learn - but no he won't.
He dreams of someone special, fathering false hopes,
he still dreams of that walk in the woods, with a hand to hold.
'Tis a confusing age this - Twenty five,
as I try to forget about all those bridges I broke,
And those friends I ignore for no fault of their own.
I see their lives reflected on other people's wall,
I wonder how things would be if I gave them a call.
'Tis a scary age this - Twenty five,
as I compare lives with my accomplished peers,
their jobs, their loves, and the growth in their careers.
My resume of Life, may still look empty,
But hey, I am just Twenty-five. The life ahead is aplenty!