I've been digging through dirt, I've been sorting through bones. Looking for the boy I used to be, just call me Indiana Jones. Although I know that who I was, has made his home under miles of dust. I won't forget the things I've done. I don't regret who I've become.

        I've been retracing my steps like a body in chalk just after a storm, but life goes on, the world still turns, like it or not this is my final form. This is my final form. My final form.

         I've been digging through dirt, I've been sorting through bones. Looking for the boy I used to be, just call me Indiana Jones. Although I know that who I was, has made his home under miles of dust. I won't forget the things I've done. I don't regret who I've become.

         I've been collecting my thoughts embracing all that I am and all that I'm not, I've accepted. Now I need nothing more than to carry the torch, luckily for me it lay right where I left it.

         Make no mistake, there's a toll time takes, but what matters remains, same mass different shape. Take it from me, it takes a little time to turn a seed into a tree. Here's the key, remember your roots, reach for the sky, until the day your veins run dry...

Foreign Exchange Student