The Students of Natural Science

The hallway always look dark and grey
Although you may think that it must be sad
When it is shined by sunlight, though
You just want to be a part of it

At that time
I frequently complaint
About the lesson that I can't understand
The fear of having too long of my hair
The hallway that's always look dark and grey
And my ability to connect and gaining connection

It's so painful now.
Remembering all the voices,
The noises that I won't be able to hear
anymore.
Remembering the taste of it,
Of its lunch (brunch?) break
Remembering how all of those mixed up
And giving no chance of not missing them.

The smile of her,
The friendship of him,
The terrorizing math
The impossible to understand physics
The always piece of cake English
and the always chained me as a part of it.

Now I'm here writing
Making back of what I've left behind
Realizing,
What was the imperfect,
Is the most perfect thing that I could have.

So long,
Adieu.