I walk the halls that grow increasingly familiar
Yet at the same time, recognition becomes harder
These faces? These people? Strangers.
As the years go by, the ones I know
Only to be replaced rather unceremoniously.
I say my goodbyes to old friends who go on to bigger things, but...
I cannot bring myself to greet and make new ones. Younger ones.
What would be the point? I, too, will leave this place,
Unrecognizably dressed in a gown
As the final note of "Pomp and Circumstance" rings out,
Signifying the end and the beginning.