It felt like yesterday when I was here,
Today it's just an unknown place from nowhere,
How did we go from running carelessly from one place to another,
To working 24 7 and worrying about later.
From 8 hours of sleep,
To a cup of coffee so we can swipe a night.
From imagining to leave this place,
To just want to go back once again.
From laughing in a group of ten,
To just avoid them.
From saying " I hate this place ",
To saying " it was my life's best stay ".
Is it everyone who recalls this place now or then,
Or it's just me who keeps on asking himself so now's when.
When will we go back once again,
Or will it's memory will become like the blood in a vein.
When will we make dumb plans of hanging out,
Or will it became like a day owl,
When will this when happen again?
