Reaching your 21st year
You grant yourself a smile
But after 21 years of pain
You're going out of style
A million deaths await
And a billion secret pains
Uncertainty about your future
Checking twice when changing lanes
Slowing down and chilling out
Finding balance and accord
Playing safe and being smart
and getting really bored
It is all downhill from here
Full of problems to forget
Growing old is a fine foul thing
but you haven't grown old yet
So party hard and fuck the rules
return nature's push with a shove
Do it hard and do it smart
And always follow love
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