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freshfaced and fertile we cast ourselves in youth's sequel
eagerly turning new pages from what came before
breaking free from the chains of childhood and trite adages
LIFE! it was there at our feet to take and mold
entire ancient city to host our explorations, walk for miles in the rain to chinatown parties to run the keg to play the music and dance or stand in the doorway with a jay forever ready for the next adventure
and certainly to sit in classrooms where teachers cuss and show dirty movies, and all for education!
education, that terrifying and tedious institution so common in our minds as colorless uniformity bearing no inspiration past margin sketches
who knew? who could have known those small simple acts of rebellion in the liner notes of a textbook would thrive to define our lives as creators of expression
in our new venue we lept for joy,
run the halls for joy of knowledge and camaraderie, we own this place
we new and young and ready to change, to become those we always dreamt.
oh simple and satisfying times, would that you could last forever
but as a new dawn fades a new page is turned and so we read along the lines or we are stuck forever in the roles we chose
each through the same means come to altered ends and our house of holy creation becomes a tower of babel
destined to fall
be it through the disenchantment of careers and adulthood and responsibility, doing what pays the bills
or the terror of knowing this talent will deliver you far past this luxurious lair of learning
this place may last forever for those new souls daring to explore
but we all scatter as the ashes of the tower back to whence we came, different and older and tired and searching still for the spark once posessed
molding our talents once again, adapting to lives less glamorous than dreamed and more real than we feared
to cope is divine, to learn that YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL may have been true all along, to accept and adapt and move onwards and upwards
to cope we try, but peter pan would rather die than be a man
and so we move on past those we leave behind
those who leave themselves behind
for fear of an uncertain future perhaps promised by the gift in his possession
but through young though tired eyes the certainty of a downward spiral to demise
let not these fears and vagueries dispel the charm and lust for love and learning we held so confidently years ago
let us come together in our fear and sadness, our companionship a beacon in the darkness of futures unknown
we young and fresh and exceptional few with the passion to change and grow
one day will be worn and tired and old but as youre never fully dressed without a smile
let us not stumble naked and afraid but warm and glowing with trustworthy companions
with the comfort of knowing the effort always bore more weight than the passing success or failure, the process and the creation gave us the beauty and the love
through common pain comes collective convalescence. let us heal each other and promise to
always be inspired.
eagerly turning new pages from what came before
breaking free from the chains of childhood and trite adages
LIFE! it was there at our feet to take and mold
entire ancient city to host our explorations, walk for miles in the rain to chinatown parties to run the keg to play the music and dance or stand in the doorway with a jay forever ready for the next adventure
and certainly to sit in classrooms where teachers cuss and show dirty movies, and all for education!
education, that terrifying and tedious institution so common in our minds as colorless uniformity bearing no inspiration past margin sketches
who knew? who could have known those small simple acts of rebellion in the liner notes of a textbook would thrive to define our lives as creators of expression
in our new venue we lept for joy,
run the halls for joy of knowledge and camaraderie, we own this place
we new and young and ready to change, to become those we always dreamt.
oh simple and satisfying times, would that you could last forever
but as a new dawn fades a new page is turned and so we read along the lines or we are stuck forever in the roles we chose
each through the same means come to altered ends and our house of holy creation becomes a tower of babel
destined to fall
be it through the disenchantment of careers and adulthood and responsibility, doing what pays the bills
or the terror of knowing this talent will deliver you far past this luxurious lair of learning
this place may last forever for those new souls daring to explore
but we all scatter as the ashes of the tower back to whence we came, different and older and tired and searching still for the spark once posessed
molding our talents once again, adapting to lives less glamorous than dreamed and more real than we feared
to cope is divine, to learn that YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL may have been true all along, to accept and adapt and move onwards and upwards
to cope we try, but peter pan would rather die than be a man
and so we move on past those we leave behind
those who leave themselves behind
for fear of an uncertain future perhaps promised by the gift in his possession
but through young though tired eyes the certainty of a downward spiral to demise
let not these fears and vagueries dispel the charm and lust for love and learning we held so confidently years ago
let us come together in our fear and sadness, our companionship a beacon in the darkness of futures unknown
we young and fresh and exceptional few with the passion to change and grow
one day will be worn and tired and old but as youre never fully dressed without a smile
let us not stumble naked and afraid but warm and glowing with trustworthy companions
with the comfort of knowing the effort always bore more weight than the passing success or failure, the process and the creation gave us the beauty and the love
through common pain comes collective convalescence. let us heal each other and promise to
always be inspired.
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