A Question At Graduation

At last

It’s done

It’s over

I am reaching for the paper

I am trying to hold back the tears

I feel a little bit older

Maybe a little bit wiser

It’s been a long journey

To this place

My future is yet to come

This morning became the dawn of my horizon

I am the beginning of a new generation of dreamers

Yet to come

Traveling beyond the stars

My makeup has been shaped

By my past memories

Along with that memory yet to come

Standing here

Trying to stand still and tall

Upon the threshold of my life

Facing one and all

Thinking

What shall I do

Can

I spit

Before I go