University, one, two, three

How many faces will I see

I walk to class, faces pass

Sit down, Stand up

Day after day

Is this adulthood?

I drive, I vote, I drink

When am I supposed to finally think?

As a child, I had imagination

that wasn't restricted to a summer vaction.

But, I got older and dreams became less bolder

And I had to ask that simple question,

Is this adulthood?

My answer was a simple shrug, a resignation.

Until just last year when I met a person

who ignited me, set everything around me ablaze

no, no, not in that violent, toxic way

No, it was a hopeful sort of warmth

And I, for the first time in a long while,

I Dreamt again. But it was about a future.

We would share a cat, we've already picked out a name.

That was the first time I felt like I wasn't just in some boring game

I had some say in who I am.

Is this adulthood?

I hope so.