1 train, April 20th, 2015
Sometimes a train poet hits the nail on the head. Jacob did. In New York City these next two weeks, thousands of students are wondering, “what does it even mean?” Jacob is a graduating cellist. Smart guy, he’ll do fine.
Graduation, what does it even mean?
I feel the same, but suddenly
Everything decides to change
I wish I had more time,
in a way I worry that I may
have cheated everything or everyone,
Drifting from one year to the next
I look inside myself for
the strength I know I have;
I think it might be there but
who even knows.
I am floating forward but I don’t
know where to go.