REMINISCENCE

The time our strength takes over our fears,

To enter the lecture hall

On a Monday morning,

After a Sunday night hangover.

It is the terrifying stage,

The ingress of maturity,

And yet sleeping during lectures,

The snoozy memories.

It is the “good boy” glasses,

And the nerdy t-shirts,

Finding our way through,

Arguing with the teachers.

In the college life,

It's the memories we found,

An echo from another place,

Another time, another sound.