Potential Eyes - Quality and The Realist

When I Was Sixteen

Where's my adolescent climax? As I scan for pinnacle years. .
I realize that my spiel lies in the depths of analytical fears
Why want to turn 21? Now, I don't brandish a frown at all. .
And my youth easily outweighs the "advantage" of alcohol
A quintessential ride, en route I get to mint potential eyes
That will be doctors and lawyers to show their influential side(s)
I accept it, too, though I have been amassing some vicious tools
Most will skip the roses, running past in packs of ambitious wolves
A fearful bastard's dreary chapter arrives in hoards of what possibly. .
May lead him out of Youth - to the corner of Bore & Monotony
We pass the lone skies, this solveable disaster strolls by. .
I try, but optimism is not a choice when the glass is bone dry
I'm scared, in need of time to play, as my shrillest whines confess
I don't realize the pressure because I have the will to find success
Never give in; not even when imposing minions look to score strife
I'll be fine - when given the chances to continue & adore life

Now At Twenty-five

Now I am of age to look back on my beginnings
No chance of sending my self back and winning
Ahead of my time, but still looking for promise
A sigh and a whine, I turned my back on college
Lack of textual knowledge for medical science
Could I practice law, when I play with violence
Decided my fate with quick silence, past tense
Darkness surrounds me, night school commence
I will earn recognition, raised to a high position
No opposition when I went on many inquisitions
Part of the work force, income stays consistent
Lethargic apathy is distance, I'm now persistent
Now I have the ability to hold my head up high
I’ve done the grind, expanded my potential eye

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis