On a tiring Monday afternoon, the day was wrapped up with a meeting.

And like everything else, my 6th sense served me strong.

My position has just been made redundant.

I am just pretty much, redundant, in all senses of words.

New change, new job, new life. I guess.

*beams*

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends

ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when September ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends