feeling philisophical. . . .

[blitzkriegbop89]

The seniors are gone.
The school is empty.
Childhood is fleeting.

I hope they arent disappointed in their lives beyond our hallways.
So many dont have the chance.

One week left for us under-classmen.
Now that its time to go home, I dont want to leave.

I hate needing people.
I love being needed.

I am weary, let me rest.