Autumn blew through,

So I'll throw some memories out,

Thoughts on how little we belong
and on what true adolescence was.
In my teenage years I learned much
and began to yearn
for experience
and the sensations I covet.
Let the seasons breed those destined memories!
What say you on  predetermined temporality?

Lads, no matter what happens
smile,
'cause we saw it all;

It was June in Fall.