We were sophomores who had shaken off 20-something credits while taking on water in our steadily sinking academic lives A whole year spent weaning off weekends in our hometown left us isolated and alone in our rooms You were a bull, militant, or adamant to change I was one too, in a fashion with differences that seem to matter little now When autumn had firmed into hard and steady ground I finally grew tired of feeling sorry for myself and shed what little was left for dead And started brand new with a heart that could finally let go and begin to heal