A/N: This poem is being republished because I edited it heavily for a literary magazine.

Suddenly.
Suddenly it's no longer -you can be whatever you want.
It's -you can be whatever you want as long as you make money.

Suddenly.
Suddenly it's no longer -do what makes you happy.
It's -true happiness means making money.

Suddenly.
Suddenly it's no longer -you're so ridiculous with your preferences.
It's -you have the wisdom to know your own tastes.

Suddenly.
Suddenly it's not wondering -when did you get so old?
It's wondering -why did you never take control of your life?