And so, as summer vacation draws to a close, and autumn falls into place, we see the wilting of our old, sunny, lively selves.
We strip away these facets of innocence and fun for the disgruntled, jaded caps of scholars and academics
Hastily but vehemently, we dive into our slowly increasing oceans of work.
Papers abound, projects agrow, we must set aside that which we love, for the greater good.
Goodbye my friends, for I am dead. In place, I am reborn, a lifeless shell of a man, who knoweth not the fun of games
Goodbye my friends, for I know not the carefree of summer, but the fall of leaves and the pain of work.
Goodbye my friends, for this is the last you see me as I am