The end is near, my friends,
The summer is about to begin.
But what do I have to lose?
The memories of what we did,
Even though it was fun and candid;
But I don't want see it go.
But I feel like the memories will stick with me,
Have no regrets,
I'll take it down in history.
Jot all the notes in my imaginary book.
And make my friends pretend to look.
In my photobook of our lives,
Doing stupid stuff all the time.
Just thinking of a way to get out of things,
Even though there was no mean;
To act like a fool when we're down,
Or be a clown when we're upside down.
The end is near, my friends,
The summer is about to begin.
But what do I have to lose?
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Poetry“I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.” ― Oscar Wilde
