End of School

2ndJul. × ’11

Come the end we tend to over attach
seasons were not made to be everlasting
always wishing there were just one more match.

When teaching, it’s hardest to lose every batch
though mid year it seemed never ending
come the end we tend to over attach.

With time, to their quirks, we find ourselves latched
what once annoyed us now finds us laughing
always wishing there were just one more match.

Neurosis revealed nothing left to patch
limitations left for potential’s finding
come the end we tend to over attach.

Our only hope is to give them cache
to pursue what will be their best bidding
always wishing there were just one more match.

So hard to step back from what you’ve seen hatch
independence that hardest gift for granting
come the end we tend to over attach
always wishing there were just one more match.

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