Sitting in class, cold as hell.
Writing down my notes, doing well.
So many farmilar faces.
Thought we'd end up in all different places.
Going some place in this World, I swear.
Don't think so? Careful I may beat you there.
Life  is a challenge, which I'm all up for.
You might even see me walk up those golden steps, all sore.
Nevertheless, we shall all go somewhere.
I'm not waiting though, hell if even I can, I'll be leaving with out you
I swear.
(est.j.r.e.)