21 (c) Zurrell Loriez 2007
Twenty one is Monday
And today is Saturday
I made plans for Sunday
But the sun wonít shine
While the sunrays burn through my window pane
They do nothing to un-cloud the pain in my heart
Things are getting warmer but life is getting colder
I imagined things would be different by Monday
Maybe I would be more mature
And my life more secure
But things are twenty-one and the same
I feel so damn obscure
I told them I wanted liquor
To indulge in a drunken stupor
A party for family and friends
No need for money or ends
From terrible two
To teen thirteen
I made sixteen
And legal eighteen
And yesteryear there was twenty
Ah, twenty one, and nothing to show for.
The last of the birthdays that stand out
But damn, nothing to show for.
No liquor or family
No party or calls
But I still have my dreams
But they too have failed me
Children are supposed to dream
Yet here I am with no accomplishments
But many different faults
Im twenty one now, so why do I still dream?
When will I wake up to the table that God has prepared for me?
I just donít know
Iíll just drift away today, while thereís two days left
Two days left until I turn twenty one
From today, April 21st.
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