It's the last year of imprisonment
The last of my safety
One says it's a step to a new life
Perhaps, the closing of youth...
Is it death?
Never have I ever
Felt the uttermost dread
Of melancholy separation between childhood and adulthood...
It's the end,
But it's the beginning
My freedom awaits,
Maybe I am doomed on a tragic quest
To unknown places, with black holes needed to be filled
Mistakes meant to be made
Lessons meant to be learned
Then I might return home or-
I write my own story now
One fresh leaf shall be turned over another
I still wonder where the time went,
But depending is over
We can't waste time now
We shall make history!
This new generation meant to graduate...
In the spring of summer, in a new world...
Eyes torn open
Reality sets in
I'm going to college!
Where on Earth have I been?!