Rite Of Passage

At the end of the tunnel,
We gather at the exit.
Incapable to move,
Hesitant to step forward.

The road ahead is hazy,
Mazy.
Mist tends to linger around those who are lost.
Stalemate.

What is the “Return On Investment”?
After graduation,
We are just freed into another realm of commitment.
A monotonous routine.

And now the old promise of stability
Clashes with the new rumor of a dim future.
We are lost,
Waiting to be found.