I’m 27

I’m 27,
And I like my time alone.

Troubles are like bullets,
I take position, I’ve gone prone.

I’m 27,
And I want my potential fulfilled.

I’m tired of people,
Clean them off me, like water distilled.

I’m 27,
And I wish I could love.

Trains whistle past,
Scaring away the symbolic peaceful dove.

I’m 27,
And I am no where rushing.

Yet, as if I ran a marathon,
My face is flushing.

I’m 27,
And I am very young.

But My knees will buckle,
I will bite off my tongue.

27, 28 ,29, I age and I age
Partaking in history I‘m just another page.
So let me take center stage,
and get the audience worked up and enraged.
I will put on a good show for y’all, I always had you engaged.

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