Graduation
The alarm-clock goes off
but I don’t wake up.
The garment riddled room is as quiet as a mouse
The trees outside brush up against the window
the tangerine colored sunrise permeates into the room
revealing the blue-green painted wall.
The alarm continues to ring
and I begin to toss and turn in my bed
I slowly wake from my slumber and begin to gather my thoughts
I turn to my left and see nothing
I don’t know how I feel about today
All I've ever wanted was something that I already had
All I ever wanted was to make my parents proud
It's here and now that I finally realized that
It was now
My graduation day
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