For all my high school buddies at the exit of the wind...
Exit of the Wind
College entrance exam
Somehow bound us as fate
Forever seventeen
Lay afar like jazz in a band
Naivety of youth day
Cigarette in your hand
Pretend
A road trip already began
Afternoon bell
Article on the desk
Who would be our next candidate
The yearbook was a complex game
English, math, and other subjects
Spiraled up like a furious flame
Obtain
The chance to the ivory tower train
Alma mater’s laugh
A novel of Freud
Twirl
At the exit of the wind
Although we will never be young again
I’d like to draw memory with a pen
Mind’s dance
Colorful windowpane
And the Mandarin teacher’s faith…
Written by Jerski Bjorksen
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