Two to the Twenty
2 to the 20.
If I hadn't gone through a small transformation within the last year, I would have otherwise...
...actually, I may still feel the same either way.
Two to the Twenty.
That dime slipped between the walls of adolescence and adulthood.
The noncommittal player.
Nearly invisible and visibly near.
Twice a decadence.
A null that follows an arbitrary number.
It's like starting over.
Tick, tock, tocks of ticks.
And yet every day is like a barrier separating yesterday and tomorrow.
Exactly my reasoning that this coming Friday is no special celebration,
because all weeks are of such.
Life is that grandiose.
The wait pushes wonder.
I worry only that I won't hear the call,
that my distance taunts tarnation.
Yet, the point to consider:
Two days to twenty years, is differently the same as two blocks of twenty lines.
If I hadn't gone through a small transformation within the last year, I would have otherwise...
...actually, I may still feel the same either way.
Two to the Twenty.
That dime slipped between the walls of adolescence and adulthood.
The noncommittal player.
Nearly invisible and visibly near.
Twice a decadence.
A null that follows an arbitrary number.
It's like starting over.
Tick, tock, tocks of ticks.
And yet every day is like a barrier separating yesterday and tomorrow.
Exactly my reasoning that this coming Friday is no special celebration,
because all weeks are of such.
Life is that grandiose.
The wait pushes wonder.
I worry only that I won't hear the call,
that my distance taunts tarnation.
Yet, the point to consider:
Two days to twenty years, is differently the same as two blocks of twenty lines.