For those trying to sail in the sea of adulthood. For the Hemmingway lovers.
I am old enough to say I know better,
An adult with responsibilities;
a youth in my prime, full of chances.
I am at that age where I should
desire for a lover,
of being wined and dined,
and the so called, "the thrill of my romantic life"
I should be at that place where I should sort, my life long plan.
my hopes and dreams, and what I want out of life.
I should begin to think about other people,
but all I have gotten is a circle of loss.
loss of words, loss of interest
loss of passion, of connection
of family and of friends.
I have lost years slacking off.
I couldn't cope, I still can't cope;
with the tsunami that comes with change.
I am old enough to understand Hemingway,
with many of those I can't connect,
my soberity I can't maintain.
my loyal friends are my books;
my way to escape is solitude.
So Ernest my love, cheers to us
let us drink, to make other people interesting.