ThePompParade

By BenLehman in memory of the class of 2018.

 When I was a young frosh
 The seniors took me into the archives  
 To see the gates of hell

 They said Frosh, when ya grow up
 Will you be the authors of the website
 Immortalize thyselves

 They said this ain’t just a link it’s
 The living history of East Dorm
 Go forth and trawl all day

 Because one day we’ll leave you
 A zombie, to walk outside the bubble
 Keep our Funwiki page

 Sometimes I get the feeling 
 they’re watching over me
 And other times I truly feel alone
 But through the STEMs, Writ1, Frosh Chem,
 the living comfort me
 We minimize regrets before we go

 We carry on, We carry on,
 And though you’re dead and gone believe me,
 Your memory will carry on, will carry on
 And though the wiki can contain it
 There’s no way to explain it

 E80 Sends you reeling 
 from graduation dreams
 ‘Shenanigans distract you from your goal’
 So conquer strife balance work-life
 Devote your heart to East 
 But Parsons gets to claim my Fourier soul

 I carry on, I carry on,
 And though you’re bitter and deflated
 Your memory will carry on
 We’ll carry on
 And though the froshlings will replace you
 They never can replace you

 Drama spreads throughout our older peers
 Great traditions die throughout the years
 But new ones take their place so the frosh can carry on

 When I was young	I dreamed of glory
 Let me tell		you what I wish I’d known
 You’ve no control	who tells your story
 Who lives who dies	who tells your story

 So say goodbye	        we’re gonna miss you
 You’re gonna die	that’s not the issue
 Yearning for fools	who called this place home
 A shadow past	        a ghost still left behind

 I’m just a nerd		I’m not a hero
 I’m just a boy		who had to take time off
 But you can see	        I never yielded, and 
 I’m 		
 Not 
 Dead

 I carry on
 I carry on
 And though you’re dead and gone believe me
 Your memory will carry on
 I’ll carry on
 And though you’re bitter and exhausted
 Your freshman comrade carries on

 (When I was gone
 I dreamed of glory
 I promise this
 I’ll join you all next year
 When you go
 I’ll tell your story
 Want you to know
 I’ll tell your story)

 		I carry on

 (Come what may
 I know that you’ll be fine
 Every day
 We’re losing precious time
 Tell me if 
 You find a place like this
 And one more thing)
		I carry on