Time seems to go by so slow,

But it’s really over before we know.

No one thinks about the future.

Because we always take a few detours.

Growing up seems so fun.

But then you realize it can’t be undone.

Before you know it, here comes Prom.

A small break from the normal Dram.

And then the next celebration,

Which tends to be Graduation.

No one knows quite what to think

Everything has flown by in a blink.

You sometimes think back to those days,

When everything was so slow,

But really just a haze.

Where it all went, no one knows.