So, here we are, here’s to the death
Of youth. Let us embrace this space
In time, let us exhale this last breath
Of childhood awe and leave this place
Which we lived in our own wild wonder.
Let us now be untamed beasts and destroy
All expectations. Let us live with our joy
Which we created, before life causes a sunder
And we are no longer stranded in the gray.
So here’s to the death of childhood dreams,
And here’s to the birth of smoke and reams
Of pages still yet to be filled with our strife
We have yet to gather from our youthful life.