That's a nice room. Just needs a little sweep

A strangely hopeful melancholy

And then one day you find. Ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run. You missed the starting gun

The future was always something without me in it, no matter how hopeful I was for the future of computing and space exploration.

Now I'm past the age I was ever going to get to, and I'm more stuck here than ever.

I understand so much more than I ever did, but none of it made me happier or answered my questions, just made me feel like I've been manipulated into a position I never wanted by powers I had no knowledge of.

I make more money than I ever thought I would, and more than my parents did when they had me, yet it's only enough for me to survive on, let alone enough to consider pursuing a partner or going on dates.

The future used to be a nebulous concept like parallel worlds or like it was going to be a movie I could watch.

Now the future is a path I'm on and a place I'll be.

Or, as my old therapist once put it to me: "Life doesn't happen on your schedule."

I don't want to come across as a braggadocious dick, but I'm exactly the age I thought I'd be at this stage.

choices, we make em. chances, we take em.
some are mistakes. some, we celebrate 'em.
we don't look back cuz, so much we're facing
I always stay proud of myself. I'm yellin: FUCK REGRET!!!

Insane Clown Posse - https://youtu.be/RvGlftw36-4?t=1775

Someone rewrote Time by Pink floyd.https://genius.com/Pink-floyd-time-lyrics

Are you doing alright Mr sanitation?

and yet shafts of light sometimes grace the corners of our rooms