So much has changed and we are all older

We like to act as if our lives aren’t shorter

So much is different but it just feels like the times

The times of comfort, pain, love, and hate. Lemonade of limes

We act as if we know where are lives are going to go

But we will soon meet reality and feel low

Still, in the present we don’t think

That reality is a bout that will always sink

So here is to us as we sail through

Through this new chapter, bold and new

Here’s to us planning a hopeful future

One as pretty as a picture

Just for now let us smell the roses

Unknowing of the thorns waiting in poses

Keep our waters quiet and calm

The breeze sounding out a perfect psalm

Keep the boat steady so we don’t yet drown

The moment of struggle is a future frown

But for now we sail adrift and away

Pretending we know the way

Let our young minds remain hopeful once more

Before we have to meet reality waiting by the door