Growing up is fucked up

this is how growing up must feel
a glass of wine
and a good dance track can solve everything
the problems get bigger
but solutions unilateral
above sea level
or under another body
for a night or two
can solve everything

nothing shocks, nothing surprises us
nothing hurts or revises us
little less scared of being yourself
so very scared of being too much of yourself
more fingers pointed
lesser fucks given
(unless they were the fun kind)
more smiles, but fewer laughs
only obtuse peaks on the life graph
this is how growing up must feel

rationale that derides passion
dismissing 'ssomething for the teens
giving up, giving in,
giving up, giving in,
giving up, giving in,
we're so tired of this cycle
no strength to fight, to disagree
we accept life as an unavoidable chore
while the pain that surrounds us
like a faint humming sound
remains a permanent fixture

no plans, no dreams for the future
living each day as if it's our last
sometimes wishing that it were, infact,
our last
maybe that can solve everything
and we can avoid
growing up even more
and maybe that will solve everything