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
I find myself sinking