Beautifully wrapped up in the one line:
Men may come and men may go, but I go on for ever.
That’s your life for you. My life for me.
Because I am my life. And my life is me.
Errrrrr. That sounds quite lame, and weird, and a desperate attempt at poetry. But I just discovered the quaint analogy the line [from “The Brook” by Alfred Lord Tennyson] has with life and I’m reeling from the idea itself. And I turn extremely philosophical at such times. And at most of such times, I’m in no mood to elaborate. I expect my thoughts to jump out and plant themselves in others’ minds by telepathy. And at such times, if they don’t, then it’s incorrigibly irritating and I’m rock-convinced it’s just their unbelievable lack of insight and my inexpressible gain of logic. Those are the few times when I pity them. And glorify myself. And this is just such a time.
Another lame attempt, to my second year of whatever-I-came-to-do-and-whatever-I-am-doing :
Cheers to my first year,
Gone by in a pee,
Lows and lows (not highs and lows),
Bringing near-death to ME*.
Cheers to my second year
Come forth in glee,
I hope to god it’s lows and lows
But lows that get high on me**.
*ME = my academic life