Graduation Day

If you told me that in eleven days,

Fourteen hours and nine minutes

The world is going to end,

I might not argue with you.

I do know that in eleven days,

Fourteen hours and nine minutes

Something is going to end,

Something I like enough not to think

That I've grown too used to it,

But I have grown used to it.

I don't know how to welcome leaving.

I only think I know what to do,

But it's about time I wrote another good beginning.