Approaching Graduation

The ending of an age, the turning of a page.

Another year flew past, looking too much like the last.

Spending hours sitting here, living quietly in fear.

Not for my life, or for my health, but for my family and myself.

Stress builds beyond the point of breaking, each new risk seems worth taking

Looking for a way to work, hoping not to go berserk

Writing papers for the team, harder than it may seem

Writing papers on my own, showing myself how much I’ve grown

Proof of learning coming soon, feel like flying to the moon

But the ending of this time, leaves me without a dime.

My future is fixed and yet unknown, I can only reap what I have sown.