Incoherent Thoughts Organized Into Neat Paragraphs

The Schedule

Hello.
Welcome to life.
As a person you are expected to complete the following:
Go to school.
Grow up.
Get good grades.
Graduate high school.
Go to college.
Graduate college.
Start your career.
Get married before you're 25.
Give him children.
Have them before you turn 30.
Work hard.
40 hours a week.
2 vacations a year.
Every year.
Until you die.

If I you ever find me,
Knee-deep in normalcy,
living life on society's schedule.
I want you to take my hand.
Grab the matches.
Burn down that prefab house in the suburbs.
Lets run away and live in a tent in the woods.
We can sing songs at night when we are the only ones to hear it.
Lets drive away and live in our car.
Spend our days on the road and our nights having conversations about the universe.
Let's look up at the stars and weep at the finite beauty.
Lets spill wine on our nicest dresses.
Lets shave our heads.
Lets laugh.
Lets be old spinsters and spend out days dancing off beat to whatever drum we choose.
Let the music be so loud that we cannot hear the side eye.
We will be unable to listen to the ones who tell us the clock is ticking.
Let us grow impossibly tall and old and let the gray hair show how much life we have lived.
Let us revel in the fullness of our years.
Let us grow wrinkled and alive because it is better to have a face full of smile lines and a soft belly than to hold your breath and chase after youth long faded.

Let us never be found a walking corpse.
Dead eyes behind the pillars of our a
Middle class mansions.
2.5 kids who will grow to resent us and then become just like us.

Let us live holding hands with time.
Let time be like a friend.
Let us love time instead of running away from it.
Let us romanticize the now and stop craning our necks toward the past or the future.

Let us be in love with the taste of oxygen and own every second of this wild life.