A Painting of the Distant Road

There on stage
I walked up to the lady.
Parents in the crowd
looking on with pride.

It was on a Thursday
In May that year.
With a suit and tie
I couldn't have looked better.

They always talk
Of the happy experience
But in truth
It's just sickening.

The only thing I feel
is homesick and sweaty.
The problem is
I haven't even left home.

How can I deal
Without my parents
In the world of
College and Professors.

After all, I'm just a kid.
But then I realize
The undeniable truth:
I'm really an adult.

The emotions that course
Throughout my body
A whole wave
which within I am immersed.

But life must go on.
And on and on.
I accept the diploma
and my picture is drawn.