At 18 I chose how my life would go down
I picked a school
I picked a career
and told myself
I'd marry someone in that town.
At 21 I switched it all up
I changed my major
I quit my job
and told myself
I'd marry a real grown up.
But I'm a few months away.
I'll have a degree
I'll have a man
and I'm telling myself
life has become a Monet.
But it all still feels like
the life I chose at 18
when that isn't me.
I'd rather go on strike.
I'd rather take a hike.
But for now I'll settle
for another long night
driving on the turnpike.