“The next four years will be the best years of your life”
They repeat the same mantra over and over again
Putting this grandeur idea of splendor into my head
Making me think the next four years will be the best years of my life…
I’ve never been so bored
I cycle between work and academics
Work and academics
Work and academics
And then escaping at night for slivers of excitement
That amounts to nothing once the sun rises
Was it going to be the best years of my life
Because I’d be so drunk on parties I won’t remember the superficial relationships I made?
Because my friends in one class only exist in that space and we’re nothing once we walk out the door?
Because I’m supposed to be free but I’m still tied down by chains of papers and exams?
Was this supposed to be the start of the best years of my life?
“The next four years will be the best years of your life”
They repeat the same mantra over and over again
But this is just life.
