I am coming to the end of a road many have travelled upon Hardly beginning to fathom the magnitude of what’s to come It feels like I’m waking up at the brink of dawn Unsure of the day which has yet to arrive.
The final semester of a twelve-year journey I remember a time when I didn’t want to think of the future But now with the future close enough to see I realize that my confidence is not as pure
It’s easy to think of what you’re going to do when you graduate Talking is easy What about when it actually happens? Most people like to talk about being a daredevil, but hardly ever do it.
Graduation is like my daredevil moment It’s like I’m jumping out of a plane without a parachute And I don’t know where I’m going to land or what I’m going to do when I land And all I have to guide me is my head and my own two hands.
I’ve always had a plan in life I’ve always known what I wanted to be But why is it when the opportunity is in my face That I am cowering under the idea?
Why is it that the boldness I once had Has turned into fear? Why is it that the person I wanted to be come No longer feels achievable in my head?
Maybe I’m just in shock Graduation is nearly here All I can do now is watch the clock As the time grows near.
Graduation is coming up and although it's exciting, I can't help but be slightly afraid of what's to come...