• We are marching
    It's waiting to swallow us
    Absorbing us whole
    We are not children physically,
    but at heart we are naive to the ways of this
    experienced world
    The umbrella of parents is disappearing now
    We are still marching
    Towards the end
    Giving immaturity sweet goodbye kisses
    And cordially embrace past insightful events
    and ancient wise words
    This is our farewell