2010 High School Graduation Poem

When excitement meets grief, emotions begin clashing.
Hearts begin thrashing for a feeling we hoped would be everlasting.
But here in these chairs we find ourselves asking, where this bend in the road will detour all our trafficking.
Tears stumble down cheeks like our flesh is pure water-proof.
Curse this inevitable truth that forever constitutes our youth.
Who would of knew how quickly time flew -
Inside these walls reflecting a radiant silver and blue.
Memories stay true, from laughter to dispute.
We're all friends through and through.
How quickly we grew.
Closer over the years, it's safe to say that we're family.
It's been your constant support that's helped me maintain my sanity.
Our false perplexities toward vanity have decreased gradually.
Actually, because of you's I will leave here happily.
Our roots go deeper than cavities.
My platoon of astronauts, you's hold me down like gravity.
You carry me.
To say you'll be missed is an oxymoron for bliss.
Yet they insist we write the next chapter of our scripts.
Hypocrite's - I've never had feelings as legitimate as this.
More broken hearts than any amount of super glue could fix.
This is it.
Our song plays as we're walking.
Trapped in our own minds, only the silence is talking.
Two hundred and twenty five deer in headlights, with an audience gawking.
That's when your knees start to shake,
Your stomach rumbles and aches.
We're in a state of inartificial fate.
Yet as we wake from taken all that we can take, we smile because everyone relates.
And that's how it's supposed to be.
Not quite a catastrophe, more of a sanctity that we can jot down in our history.
Four years of inconsistancy religiously.
Working hard vigorously, while having fun twice as giggly.
I'm taking in all that you guys have given me.
More pain than I wished to sustain.
More knowledge in my brain than I expected to obtain.
More laughs than my voice box would allow me to retain.
Let's live in the moment, forever, pause it like a game.
We'll all live life royally, an unstoppable reign.
Now we're dream chasin, minus all the frustration and constant contemplation.
A proclamation of bitter sweet realization.
But we're graduating, not evacuating.
Those who matter keep in touch, those who don't I wish you luck.
Yeah it's tough and it sucks.
But when you fall down seven times, on the eighth you've got to get up.
Cheetah Town 2010, full speed ahead.
I wouldn't have it any other way, no matter what I've said.
And if you give us the chance, I bet we'd all do it again.
I love you friends.