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Holding Onto 2025.
The clock is ticking, tick-tock, tick,
2025, doing a quick-step, slick.
Almost gone, a fading dream,
And I’m stuck here, it would seem.
I haven’t done it, haven’t tried,
All the things I kept inside.
That perfect plan, the grand design,
Now just a tangled, knotted twine.
Come back, 2025, please don’t go!
Give me a chance, a second throw.
I know I fumbled, messed it up,
Drank from the wrong, sour-tasting cup.
The pressure’s on, a heavy weight,
My single status, a cruel fate,
According to those judging eyes,
Filled with whispers, snide replies.
“Still single, eh? No little ones?
Your life’s a waste, a setting sun!”
They cackle loud, those silly geese,
Disturbing all my inner peace.
I want them gone, those hateful souls,
Banished to some icy poles.
Their mocking laughter, sharp and mean,
A constant jab, a painful scene.
