Graduation

In some ways we were journeymen on another mission We were all apprentices searching for some new edition Of our lives. In some ways we were just chicks being pushed from a nest We were all testing our wings, hoping to be blessed In all our hopes and dreams. In some ways we were warriors, Sometimes broken people, And sometimes just plain frustrated with ourselves for screwing up that last test. But then we realized, that in most ways we’re the same. We were all family struggling for the same fame In the spotlight on the stage. We were all members on the same team, pulling ourselves to victory But in a way that’s even contradictory. And yet we realize, that in most ways you are you And we’re all different hews on the color wheel of the earth. In some ways our teachers have started a garden of their own And we can say we’re all “home-grown” from the hearts and minds of those willing to care. We were not just another number on a spreadsheet page Not just a face, a grade, and an age We were Patriots. And we sang our battle cries through every trial Marching ahead instruments and pride in single file Among our fears and doubts. We were willing to play with fire Willing ourselves to not only just aspire to some new creation; But to make a chain reaction to inspire a nation. Some of us could calculate the risk in that. Yet others of us would challenge it, wearing our colors proudly in combat. We were filling our pages with deeper meaning between the lines And therefore we broke even the smallest confines Of our own expectations. And in some ways we’re breaking the repetition of history itself Bringing some new trophies to our shelves And realizing it’s not enough. So what have we become, in this calm before the storm Maybe we’re some new form Of Patriot- Patriots ready to start the new revolution.