We just growed out of ourselves

In our teenage rebellion, we once sacrificed

Those peculiar sensations, deep within us enticed

For we settled debates on symbolism's plea

Of a red balloon in English class, oh, the debates were fiery.


But in this journey, we've found a different truth

Not outgrown school itself, but outgrown our youth

We've surpassed the fleeting joy of a half-mark gain

Outgrown the narrow happiness tethered to such a mundane domain


We've shed the burdens of our youthful naivety

Casting off the baggage of unrealistic dreams with levity.

We've outgrown the fanciful notions that once held sway

Replaced with a mature perspective that guides our way.


I've transcended every phase, once intended to conclude

Not merely due to the school's destined end, but my own interlude.

I've outgrown the chapter that defined my days

For my personal phase has evolved in myriad ways.

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