Musetalgia

A couple o' weeks ago I was on the gram surfin'
Just killing time checking posts it wasn't hurtin'
Had a request from a dude that I met the night before
At a friend's party so I accepted too cool to ignore
After that I caught glimpse from the suggested tab
A face I haven't seen in years what's up with that
It was a close friend from middle school damn
I hit follow so fast got me nostalgic that man
The day goes by and later he follows me back
Accepts my request and so I reopen the app
I check out his profile take a look at the pics
Man grew so much from when we were kids
Time messed me up good I had to sit back down
I'd never woulda guessed where my life would be now
It's night and day, that's what I would say
Time is a tricky concept, in every way

Life waits for no one it goes by quick
Unlike a bus driver it'll always split
You gotta be prepared and plan ahead
Otherwise without accomplishments your soul is dead
Life waits for no one it goes by quick
Unlike a bus driver it'll always split
You gotta be prepared and plan ahead
Otherwise without accomplishments your soul is dead
The goal of life is to grow
But do we really, really grow?
But do we grow?
The goal of life is to grow
But do we really, really grow?
Do we grow though?

The whole interaction made me think so much
Did I do shit in my life or am I lost in the bunch
I'm still in my early twenties without a clear path huh
But I'm tryna win be like Cleopatra
Can't help but compare myself
With everybody else yes I am prone to delve
Into the psyche deep within that is always churning
Thoughts on how my life is far from turning
To the best thing it could be
Is my destiny even controlled by me
So many questions and the answer is nowhere to be seen
Am I just an extra in this 80 year long scene?
We get an MCQ time for an essay prompt
I'm still planning the outline and the timer stopped
I didn't sign up for this yet I'm held accountable
A lifelong boss battle that's questionably surmountable

Life waits for no one it goes by quick
Unlike a bus driver it'll always split
You gotta be prepared and plan ahead
Otherwise without accomplishments your soul is dead
Life waits for no one it goes by quick
Unlike a bus driver it'll always split
You gotta be prepared and plan ahead
Otherwise without accomplishments your soul is dead
The goal of life is to grow
But do we really, really grow?
But do we grow?
The goal of life is to grow
But do we really, really grow?
Do we grow though?

If you're questioning your growth you passed the first step
Introspection is the key in this exhaustive set
Next you import these thoughts onto a better setting
Study them impartially quit being petty
A jigsaw puzzle that gets filled with age
It matters not where the pieces come from, though
As long as the end result just lights up your face
And is a mature improvement from the prologue
So toss the judgement, exclude all exclusion
Clear the illusion and stand proud
There's no point in proving your growth while you're moving
So leave the room to 'em lights out
The journey goes solo no need for dead weight
That eats away at you cannibalism is not okay
Keep the mind active keep the soul fresh
The result is positive energy born from your stress