And as I turn twenty five, I hear wedding bells ringing.

My parents have started their hunting stride to decide the one for me.

They’re finding riches in the dumbest pretenders of the league.

Trying to figure out the future prospects of every guy I meet.

And as I turn twenty five my mother wants me to eat no more.

Suddenly her chubby princess needs to cut her belly fat low.

And I can’t complain on any of these changes this year.

For I am unaware how long I get to live with them as their’s.

And as I turn twenty five the truth hits like never before.

A future with ample bank balance is the only achievement for respect to be poured.

Doesn’t matter who I wanna be, I’ll be judged if my priorities don’t buy me gold.

Aspirations of my 20 year old are freezing in the cold store.

And as I turn twenty five, I grow scared of people who don’t get my needs.

My wisdom calls me out to fly and break free.

I don’t belong with a guy earning a few thousands more than me.

But with a lover who cherishes me infinitely.

And as I turn twenty five I somehow wanna mix my fantasies with my parents’ actuality.

I am ready to accept their visions of luxury if they respect my necessities.

It’s a point of varied confusions and duality.

At twenty five I find myself at the gateway of an inevitable reality.