Stunted
By dreams realized early
And the state of not-knowing
Continuous risk-taking
Fatigued

Cautious
Of the illusions that charm strivers
At their lowest points
I became an illusionist
Humiliated

Careful
Not to misalign my energy
With causes I can’t commit to
A friendship worth more than
Dollars

Naked
My weaknesses exposed
I put myself in a position to fail
And lived with its bitter
Aftertaste

Unsure
Of what the future holds
There is no more yellow brick road
We’re grown-ups now
Foggy