When you turned and smiled at me, a nightingale sang in Berkely Square

You were dazzled by the bright lights and the fast cars. Sucked into a world that promised fortune and glamour.

Sometimes I manage to convince myself that I have a greater purpose. Haha when I've nothing else to distract myself with, that is. The first thing that anyone speaks to me nowadays usually lies somewhere along the lines of "how is revision coming along?" or "been studying?" I understand you are a concerned friend, victim to the habit of small talk, but it's really getting quite depressing. Here we are. A bunch of kids. We're brimming with talent and potential. But we haven't been taught to delve into that deep end. Because yeah, most drown. Instead we lumber around, a group of dull students desperately clawing away at the notes and formulas, cause we're programmed for banging books. I fall prey to the system, but I can't say I'm an ignorant victim. Truth is, I'm far worse for knowing the problem, but not do anything about it. Hey wait a minute, isn't that what all of us are doing? Well, shit.

Hey Joe,
I still have your hard drive in my hands.