we never get the chance to do anything with our lives

Bewitched by Birthdays

i always think the weeks before my birthday will be the best of my life
filled with new possibilities and responsibilities
but instead i feel useless, tired, unsure, at a loss

(We never get the chance to do anything with our lives) Already we're trapped, traded, boxed in
already stereotyped and acculturated, transculturated, educated,

It's always like this

What do I do? What Have I done? So where are the proof of my useful struggle my use of oxygen on this planet how, how, how, can i dispel that calling calling voice saying
Something is wrong. Something is not right.
not yet 21 and already feeling the anticipation of a middle life crisis

(I'd like that wouldn't I, it's bitter chill would quench my thirst for emotional pain)
Maybe I'll buy a car - or do only men do that?

And here,
I love the imagination
more than the reality

terrified to be all caught up
involved in this civilization
dependent on you
on you
on you
and everyone