The hazy voices
from the rooms
filled with raging not-so-young beings
staring on the boring white board
fantasizing the fortune they'd be making
you only live once they said
live life to the fullest they story-told
4 years came in a blink of an eye
paths they took
completed the story of life
coming back to when it was started
the place that used to be filled
with loud thud
of their sneakers and heels
teardrops are falling
from the eyes that
used to bore a hole on the white board
no, not because they regret making mistakes
not because they regret not doing best
not because they regret hating on college
but because realization dawns on them
it was all started there
in the void hallways
the friendship
the love
and the future