Adulting

I might run a muck

Land in the mirrey muck

Which may be a thing

If mirey mucks were to exist

adding time for mustard bliss

Stumbling forth like a bat

Never quite knowing where Im at

Living solely on a bet

Surrounding myself in delights debt

Wishing only to be rad

So much nicer to be had

But ... in my stead rather

To stand wise in my breadth rather

Much more easier it’d be if I’d rather

To have a plan in my head

Maybe change this life as said

Live for a joy of a life well lead.