Is this what I toiled and troubled for?
To embarrassingly walk down
with unfamiliar faces adorned
in square, tassled hats topping their gown.
Decorous enough to fit a judge,
ribboned paper gravels on our palms.
We pose for pictures without a budge.
The fair-weathered day at pleasant calm.
Contrary to the grim stress that comes
from restless lost students, terrified
of their means not equaling their sums.
Academically flourished but economically petrified.
Does being here somehow prove our worth?
Who’s to say who will be the first
to reach a state of utter bliss?
After the ceremonies, we all come home to our desolation.