Going to college
To the past a world lived and known
To the present a world deformed
To the future a world unknown
A world to take by storm
In an institute where intel collects
Lies the keys of our future prospects
Family and friends left behind
It brings a tear to my eye
Almost to the point where I cry
But my future cannot be late
For my inspirations cannot wait
To the institute where we grow
To make the futures of our world form
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