it hit me sometime later that graduation is life's greatest metaphor.
you show up early confused about where to go you stand in a line that you're not sure you belong in you march, following your peers, hoping you're going the right way you fill out a form so someone older than you can correctly pronounce your name you sit around and listen to adults talk, but you don't really pay too much attention your name is called, a few people clap then it's over.