We all graduate,
To various stages that take place.
With a leaving behind that which has been defined,
As our minds expand to face new challenges.
And yet...
Many object fresh experiences to reject.
To expect a comfort with them to stay.
Disregarding life comes to eventually fade away.
We all graduate,
To various stages that take place.
With a leaving behind that which has been defined,
As our minds expand to face new challenges.
And yet...
Many hesitate to face these stages.
Although everyone ages from day to day,
To graduate to that which before had not been known.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At which stage is the last? Is there a way to tell if you are taking to fast? I mean given all the fast cars, and shooting stars? Isn't that kind of what we are? The one who is in hurry will probably not like what behind the finish line. Because when you are finished, you are finished. Decayed and diminished. A ghost who words will come back and haunt those who are to follow. No regret upon the end of the ultimate of fears. The tears will soon dry, because there is only ever one true goodbye. And upon this graduation. Let the knowledge be passed through a strange kind of saturation. With words as the paints. Let it be a master piece not to remember so much as to learn from.