Dreams and hopes and big ambitions
Love for learning and brighter visions
Adolescence, and fruition
And classrooms where words once spoke.
Of walls that smell like laughter
Of dreams caught, sought after
Of webs of friends and short-lived lovers,
And paper where thoughts were written
Like floors of white, and walls the same
With lockers red, where we once came
In mornings, lunch and afternoon
Conversations end too soon.
With handshakes, of high fives,
Cars that we would drive,
Tests we took, and times we shared
And teachers who were always there
In preparation, in development
In transformation, of evidence
Of formation, of foundation,
And grey steps that lead inside
