time spent wasting away, reading books, imaginations, creativity, fact vs. fiction, it's all just fun and games anyway, time running out, still don't know who i write for, you nor i would know what it is that i do. time sneeks up, before you know it things are over before they started, i'm 21, entering my fourth year of college. a senior. this is supposed to be it. last year of academia before entering the real world. kind of a blur, i guess. things didn't seem important before, that's why it feels like time flew by, because meaning = significance = memory. so how my last three years at this university blur by, just flew by, like wings of hawks, night hawks, not bats, even though they look like bats, fly like bats, and fly at night, but they're night hawks, before you know it, poof, as you wish, as you like it, taking too much time, losing connections when connections shouldn't be lost, things are not as they are anymore, facades, faces, masks and more, entering the real world