Until that day--
             to wipe away the tears,
	    to face the world as I may,
            to succumb to all my fears..

		Nothing to say,
               Nothing to be done,
	      I live merely to decay,
           to waste to an object of none.

              A poem of rhyme.
	     A poem of nonsense.
          Three minutes of so-called time.

		Until that day--
		how I shall wait,
	   Kiss the high school days away..
	 And relieved to finally be a graduate..

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