I am having a dream about the senior class graduating.
It is a beautiful day
And I am watching from a hill
Sobbing as the hats fly off
Now the graduates get up and cartwheel across the field,
Away from me,
Away,
Away,
Away.
I am having a dream about the senior class graduating.
It is a beautiful day
And I am watching from a hill
Sobbing as the hats fly off
Now the graduates get up and cartwheel across the field,
Away from me,
Away,
Away,
Away.
Japan, 1863. Across the globe, the civil war rages.
I made the long walk
Across the plains,
through the village path
under the stars.
At long last, I came to the monastery
I watch videos of award ceremonies when I feel empty
And I look at the shiny gold
At the nice suits,
And I convince myself that
That's me in those suits!
This is an old piece of writing, and I don't remember writing it.
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