Trudging to a hole
You've dreaded this all summer long
The smell of cleaning supplies
The ever familiar squeak of some ridiculously loud sneakers
When all this began we smiled
Posed for pictures
Now that it's time
Now that it's here...?
The nerves of being the big fish in a little pond have yet to phase you
High School afterall is simplistic
You go from class to class
Filling your brain with useless bits of fluff
Block classes for two days
I just want some turkey at this point.
Christmas break is here and we are all but gone
No focus to be found anywhere in the halls at BHS
Back to class
Back to teachers
And to tests
Fearing nothing but the future
And possibly falling off stage...
As you sit through the ceremony
Think back to pictures
Family and Friends
All the things that change today
One more piece of paper
You are a high school graduate.
This is not only the life of a true scholar
But merely a metamorphasis
The end of a beginning
The beginning of something with beautiful wings...
Pose and smile for a picture pretty butterfly.