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The Graduating Cylinder
There were times I'd wished this day would never come,
the moment I'd be forced to wave goodbye to all of my blankets,
The moment I'd assemble a suitcase for a trip I never wanted
out the door and into the storms and gloomy forests.
There were times I wish I could go back, and I'd have wagered all my smiles
To return to a place in time where I was content,
the feeling that must overwhelm the last piece as it is layed into the puzzle.
There were a pair of blue eyes I could have stared into for miles,
and pools of dreams that rolled down my life like morning dew on windows.
But I gave them all up to walk through a dark forest,
with only the chance that I may find bluer eyes and deeper pools along the other side.
I still haven't found them, and perhaps I never will,
but I do know now that the branches above my head are thinning,
and the sunlight begins to dry muddy ground on which I tread.
There are still too many trees and I can't see what's yet to come,
But I know I haven't walked this long to turn around and walk back home.
Though I do not know in what form I will find what I seek,
and though I don't have an idea what it is that I seek,
And I may have to drop to my knees and unearth it,
And I may have to carve a bow and shoot it down,
And I may have to catch it as it falls,
And I may have to slay it or trick it or win it,
And I may have to earn it or I may have to learn it,
And I may have to give myself to it,
I do know that I did not walk this long to turn around and walk back home.
Though I may find my legacy carved out into stones,
And I may find my destiny with the cost of my bones,
Or I may battle loneliness or doubt or death or fear,
Or I may fight with myself to hold down my own tears,
I know that one day I will fight for my breath,
And I know that one day I will weep over death,
And hopefully one day I will smile upon a girl,
Who will sing to me with the most angelic voice in the world.
And when the branches are all clear,
and the end is closing near,
And within sight will grow a light,
To ward off all the beasts of night,
The worries that I allow to haunt me,
The simple pains of love that daunt me,
The heartache that with which I'm wrought,
The nightmares who against I've fought,
Will no longer find themselves able to plague me,
Because I'll find a way to remake me.
Only then will I find what I have come for,
On this journey that they say I was meant for.
There were times I wished this day would never come,
But in the end I'll look back to find that what I did has never been done.