Adulting

Welcome to the dream, they said,

Work hard, play fair, it’s all in your head.

But here we are, with bills to pay,

Who knew adulting went this way?

Woke up late, my job’s a mess,

Tried to impress, but all I feel is stress.

Coffee break? It's more like a coffee crash,

I'm counting pennies while I scramble for cash.

Oh, when did life become so real?

Endless emails, what’s the deal?

Lost my joy in the rush hour crawl,

Guess I’m just a puppet, on strings I fall.

Welcome to the grind, let’s lose our minds,

Where dreams are packed away, it’s hard to find.

Adulting is a game, but I hate the rules,

Where’s the fun in being an adult, man, who’s the fool?

Rent’s due, can’t find my keys,

Throwing a fit like it’s a disease.

Doctor bills and laundry piles,

I miss those carefree, golden miles.

Nine to five, so mundane and gray,

I’ll trade my soul for a holiday.

But then I’ll swipe, and buy, and sigh,

Until I’m broke, just trying to get by.

Welcome to the grind, let’s lose our minds,

Where dreams are packed away, it’s hard to find.

Adulting is a game, but I hate the rules,

Where’s the fun in being an adult, man, who’s the fool?

So here’s a toast to broken dreams,

To messy homes and shattered themes.

But in the chaos, let’s find the fun,

Embrace the mess. We’ve only just begun!

Welcome to the grind, let’s lose our minds,

Where dreams are packed away, it’s hard to find.

Adulting is a game, but I hate the rules,

Where’s the fun in being an adult, man, who’s the fool?

So laugh it off, let’s flip the page,

In this bizarre, adulting stage.

Together we’ll find a way to cope,

With a wink and a smile, let’s take a poke!