Thinking back, four years down the lane,
Gone by so fast, now a glimpse of life through a window pane
A lot of ups, a few downs,
Have had an amazing number of smiles, and of course a few frowns
Twas fraught with friends, foes [aka teachers] and events
Que sara - Thatz the way it is, ain't it? Mom had warned me that these years will pass real fast
She was right, but she forgot to say that memories forever last

Moves in meanders, time, I think
And chains us through life, link through link
Maybe one or two broken, and it does try to often
The strain, on the weak leads them to the brink
Brutal tho it might be, time doesn't look for the armor, but the chink

And still I feel that I can't move on
From the sadness that I feel must be overgrown
To be in a time, a place, a dimension that is nothing but a farce
To be made a clown, be part of the show as a mime
My face is clear but not yet drawn

Coz, in life, they say, you gotta make your place
In amazing pace, through curts and praise
Might be that u can just reach the moon
But to the Sun is where ur target should raise!

A silent weep, A lulling sleep
Yet None a sign of the meek.