Senior Year

Small and distant but yet still there

A flame burns as we all stare 

Shadows leap, darkness dances 

But through it all we remain in our stances 

Waves' wrath in wicked water

Dark deeds doth we barter 

Slipping, sliding down the drain 

Don't lose anyone to the rain 

Heart's a puzzle

Mouth a muzzle 

Brain a structure 

Same as the others

What has become of us? 

Are two optimists enough? 

Breaking, cracking, fissures in the ground 

Crying but hearing no sound 

The passion gone 

The will power no longer strong  

But the flame still burns 

Hope still confirmed 

Through all the black and blue

All we really need it light and glue

Together we will fly

Together we will make it out alive