Down to Sully’s we sauntered.

Frowns from uni easily flauntered. 

The grass was greener, and the air tasted cleaner. 

The day moved slow and the sky gleamed blue, 

Clouds had forgotten to show and worries too. 

Yes, we were uni students but to us it was more of a hobby, 

Something we did in between getting drunk and grabbing coffee. 

After skipping across stepping stones and feeling the grass beneath our feet 

We too felt a warmth reaching our bones and gladly took our seat. 

Every hour was goon o’clock, 

The Flower of Youth was in this flock. 

We got up to dance, to prance, to take a chance: 

At love, at laughter, at the potential forever after. 

We twirled our hair and shook our bodies 

The clouds still weren’t there and neither were worries. 

We chatted and laughed and by the end of the night 

We were battered from having bathed in our company’s light. 

But in the end it was the stars, the moon, the clear sky, the endless night, 

That gave us the promise that, whilst we might one day have to say goodbye,everything would be alright. 

It’s days like these that let you bask in life. 

It’s days like these where you forget your struggles and strife. 

At the end of the day we each return to our beds, 

Either by ourselves or with another, many lone heads. 

Hoping, that one day, we would each follow our paved out steads.