my body is symmetrical...

even the stares i receive amount to my grades

few are great...many satisfactory

Yet, diving into the centrifuged outcomes of life

we are destined for greater imaginary oppurtunities

Some lost...few gained

my body aligns with my mind's eyes

blinded before waves of meaningless thoughts

soothe the frantic wanderings of my soul

some jarring....some joyful...

some don't make any sense

or difference

And on this special day,

i resurface with intelligence

No longer do my thoughts control me

Nor do they play a role as to why I'm

about to exit one stage..

And begin anew once more

Confused critics console my thinking

Some angry...some glad

I'm graduating among many shapes

and i'm scared of being different

Or indifferent towards the shapes i've already

compared and contrasted to

Some round....some square

Here I stand before you

my body is now,

a humbly graduated cylinder

ready to take the next step...