Everything seems to flow away so quickly now, and takes its time to come back around.
Freshmen, turned seniors, almost three times since I last cared. So short to me, eternity for them.
My letter came. I sent it to myself ages ago. I wished myself a good day, but the expectations ran high.
Too long before I left the land of institutionalized learning. Everything moved ahead so much while I was there.
I want to stop thinking about it. I want to think I can make it big somehow. But those sorts of things are for the young, the ones to whom three years is forever.
