24
24 on the shot clock,
24 years of my life.
What should I be doing?
Am I slowmaxxing or accelerating?
See? I’m picking up internet slang I don’t even know the meaning of.
I watch the clock tick tock till it ticks me off or I get a notification from Tiktok.
The analog clock cycles past, it goes on and on like an idiot.
It must be flattered by how much I mimic it,
The cycle of waking and sleeping, pondering and wondering
Watching my peers reach levels I’ve never seen.
And here I am thinking I can get the high score
Every single day, as I watch my age get to a high score.
Is this the waiting game or the long game?
And all the digital one beeps and blabbers about is numbers, like a smart-arse.
Just like another one of my friends,
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Get rich quick schemes with pockets of loose change.
Are we really buying Bitcoin today at 100k?
We can’t drive cars that are fast enough
Or buy drugs that are strong enough
And definitely not afford women that are pretty enough.
There’s not much time left to be a child in the world,
They’re telling me now’s the time to have a child in the world.
Not ready yet to be the man of the house
Not now that I understand his struggles even more.
Trying to find the ultimate answer no one knows.
But who cares about 42 when you can be 24?
If I want the 24K gold medal in life, then I have to forget about chasing after seconds
Or wondering about the value of a day when I can spend it in 24 hours.
If I want to get these ideas off, then I have to write these thoughts like they’re meditation minutes.
So cheers to this age.
This time around the ball’s in my hands, and I know I’m going to make it.
24. An oeuvre by Saros Grey
