coke and 21

a can of coke lays empty on my table,
besides the lamp stands my bottle,

my calculator is buried under the heap of books i seldom refer,

and my brain is in pinned up on my soft board

that i hardly see.

ive spoilt something

lost those hours on my wrist watch to the clock on my monitor,

and now as i bald,

i realise at 21,

there's much more i could use.

a little growing up hurts no one eh?

but what if you grow unaware,

that you are growing,

listening to bon jovi,

still dreaming of a place with sunshine,

ha!