You heave to yourself,
It is what it is
You breathe amidst fear and courage
Defeats, strifes, and victory
How long shall Mum and Dad carry you!
Before you stand on both feet?You marvel that life has begun so early,
Just yesteday, all that mattered were balloons.
Tax, bills, rent,
Insurance, debt, girls,
None of it makes sense.'Adulting' is a wilderness with hundred paths,
Leading to one of two destinations—Success or Failure.
Many on these paths are temporarily lost or found
Whichever is currently yours,
You must playfully or painfully admit it before you go on,
It is what it is.—Israel Olorunnisola
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UNTITLED |Poetry
PuisiA collection of poems written amidst writer's block centred on, adulting, loneliness, faith and freedom.