I think I'll take a moment and celebrate my age. The ending of an era and the turning of a page. Now it's time to focus in on where I go from here. Lord, have mercy on my next 30 years. Hey, I'm gonna have some fun and try to forget about all the crazy things I've done. Maybe now I've conquered all my adolescent fears and I'll do it better in my next 30 years. I'm gonna settle all the scores, cry a little less, and laugh a little more. I'm gonna find a world of happiness without the hate and fear, and figure out just what I'm doing here. I'm gonna watch my weight, eat a few more salads, not stay up so late, drink a little lemonade, and not so many beers (maybe I'll remember my next 30 years). They will be the best years of my life. I'm gonna raise a little family and hang out with my wife. I'm gonna spend precious moments with the ones that I hold dear and make up for lost time.
In my next 30 years
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You have not done anything crazy, nor will you ever. I bet rhyming makes you think you are clever. You will find no laughter or happiness, only more misery, jealousy, and stress. You'll keep ploughing on without direction and in return you won't get a single positive affection. Caffeine in the morning, alcohol at night, twinkies throughout, you won't even notice how those extra 50 pounds come about. The best years of your life are over. You wasted them pumping up your academic penis. We thought we would make a difference, now look at us. It's too late for you to build a home, you will most likely plough on and die alone.