Graduation

One moment you are just a child

To you, everything is a joke

All of your worries are simply mild

Like a toy you accidentally broke.

The next moment you are being rushed

In high school where your

Voice is no longer hushed

And your true self, you begin to explore.

Then suddenly you are going out

Into the real world where,

You question your next route

And stand only able to stare.

But then you snap out of this

For the future may not be clear,

But you are alive and won’t miss

The chance to choose your path from here