A girl of 22

The maths of her life.

12 of basic education
4 of specialisation
2 of being a slave
The rest figuring out
What was your mistake

6 u wake up
9 at your desk
9 you leave
That were 12 hours of your day

2 days of freedom 5 days of torture
7 days of periods, 7 PMS
The rest 15 in preparation of the former

1 year of friendship
1 of relationship
1 of moving on
1 of meeting another

22 years of life
Spent reaching where I’am now
Same is the number multiplied in a k what I get in return
At the End of the month in a row

6 is the count of the years left
For until my life is only mine
2 would be the count
Of the years left to carry the responsibilities assigned

9 for the no. Of absolute forbearance
For the that one thing natural
My shoulders have sworn in accordance
For a purpose divine

20 for existential crisis
40 for mid-life
50 for you realise how much of it is left
60 for waving a goodbye.

I wonder who’ll calculate,
What’s gone and what’s left..
How much of life have I actually lived and how much of it I only did try
Divided in a set of 5+2 9to5 20,30,40..
The only life I’ve got passes by…