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We will read like our lives depended on it
Because to many of us, we assumed it did 
And then we will pass, or fail or sit on the fence 
Regardless, we will graduate 
What happens next? 

We'll trudge home, the bitter sweetness of it all clawing at our hearts 
Many of us will jump or scream or cry or all of the above 
And it will take a while before we finish the next phase of education 
It will take a while before we sort ourselves out 

There will be loud times 
Times of lively bodies, with tranquillity only being a distant memory 
Times of 9 to 5s creating a storm in our minds to match our bodies 
And we may not be able to explain
Explain the storms we feel 

We will claw at our hearts and heads 
Trying to rearrange the pieces 
Trying to make it all make sense 
And it will take a long time 

At many points we may feel we finally got it 
The job, the house, the dreams 
But that is when we will realize we are changing 
When we begin to speak a little louder and walk a little prouder 
We may not initially understand just how fast we are growing 

Until the world falls silent 
And we are left at peace with ourselves, God
 And whatever rags we dragged along the way 

Until we begin to accept the things we used to run away from 
And reject those we held so close 
We will have many bandages and scars 
Making us look like we are newly wounded 
When in reality, our wounds are just beginning to heal 

Until we are not afraid to fall short 
Just as much as we are not afraid to succeed 
Accepting every part and fibre or our being 
That we were once told to despise or be ashamed of 

Until we gradually fall into the grace of growing older 
When we try to piece our lives together like a giant puzzle 
Reminiscing the good and the bad 
Rehearsing the tales we will tell our children and grand children 

Until many many years later, our bodies sink into the ground 
Just the same way so many more will 
And all that is left is the shadow of the life we lived 
And the invaluable footsteps we left in the sands of time 

That's when everything will all make sense 
The beginning, the journey, the destination
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