A breeze blew care free in front of me.Moments to have, faded from grasp. Remembrance, served a purpose I hold earnest. The time will never ride, wishful to give another try. High school. Ambition, integrity, hard-work and reality.Four years apart of me, four years under me.The time differs in I. Many paths many laughs,many lies fled from sight. A true meaning what’s to come,stand aside and oppose one by one.In the time I hoped to fly by,throwing hands shouting a waste of time.Look at me standing here today, where the journey was unclear to see. A brisk yet dim light, almost shattered in night. A prevail young and bright, none can fail. Maybe I should sell so others will trial. The time who will forget?. A time you can be left. Class of twenty two, what say you?. The time guided you?.