Graduating
Time is ticking ever so slowly
I feel like I’m falling, fighting a goalie
The future is near
And as I look in the mirror
I know that I’ll graduate
The next choices I make will matter so great
Will matter in my life, affecting it all
My future can change, can take a down fall
It seems to just add
It seems all up to me, more than just a tad
To grow up, and adult even more
For I’m officially eighteen which opens more doors
I’m ready to work
But I’m going berserk
It’s not a freeing feeling
To do all this concealing
To be honest, I’ll tell
I’m nervous as hell
Just let me walk down the isle
As a fake a darn smile
To get my diploma
From that place called Tacoma
Get on with my life
From college to work with a streak down strife
It’s time to get started
It’s time to grow up