I can picture my red gown

My tassels dangling from my cap

I can picture myself being on stage

Saying a speech about my high school life

How my classmates affected one another

Directly or Indirectly

I would look down on everyone

And state how my friends saved my life

I can imagine it, can’t you?

The sea of faces

And the applause of parents

But it’s only a vision, is it not?

Because I’m not good enough

I could have touched the sky

And instead

I find myself sinking