2016
Im a senior this year
Heading out into the big world
Just as everyone has told
The day is drawing near
And this fear I hold
Will never grow old
Where will I steer?
I know in the end, it will unfold
Every little piece unrolled
My future is vivid and clear
Although it may seem swirled
I wouldn’t change a single word
Of this book I control
I will graduate this year
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