Welcome, Eager Eyes
I stood there,
In the front of the room.
No one knew I was there,
But then again they did too.
They saw my face,
Yet looked right past me.
Their eyes focused on me,
But not really seeing.
I was on a stage.
A stage of peers.
Against all odds,
I swallowed my tears.
Only a young age,
Yet standing so tall.
I wondered when they'd look away.
If they even did at all.
As I stood there,
Along with my friends.
Friends I've known for years,
Will be here till the bitter end.
It's a simple thing,
To stand here with them.
Waiting, pondering,
When I'll see them again.
I heard my name,
So I begin to move,
"This is it," I thought.
"It's the start of something new."
Still very young,
Yet standing so tall.
The world is watching,
As I watched the world fall.
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