Senior year is flying by,
Gently, swiftly, like a butterfly.
It's what we're used to
We cling on tight,
We are still wobbling birds,
Not quite ready for flight.

Then comes a point,
When our strength is gained.
We're able to stand, to stride, unstrained.
Our eyes are open,
Our hearts prepared.
College is coming,
But we're still scared.

The end is coming,
Charging at us, full force.
We embrace the future,
Even if we're unsure of its course.
A new chapter of life
Opens its arms, free of strife,
Saying, "Don't be scared",
Welcoming all in sight.