Caps in the air, voices fade,

Principal talks, but I drift away.

Achievement, future, responsibility,

Words like echoes, lost in history.

I hold my diploma, blank as the sky,

Is this a joke?

Is this a lie?

He smiles, says, "No, it’s real."

But I don’t know how to feel.

So I fold it up, make a paper plane,

Let it fly, let it drift away.

For a moment, it soars so high,

Then it falls—just like my life.

Friends take pictures, post online,

"Look at us, we’re doing fine!"

But deep inside, we all pretend,

That we know how this will end.

I hold my diploma, blank as the sky,

Is this a joke? Is this a lie?

He smiles, says, "No, it’s real."

But I don’t know how to feel.

So I fold it up, make a paper plane,

Let it fly, let it drift away.

For a moment, it soars so high,

Then it falls—just like my life.

Maybe it’s a metaphor, maybe it’s a dream,

Maybe it’s nothing, just ink on a screen.

We chase the future, but what’s the cost?

A paper plane, already lost.

Caps in the air, voices fade,

Principal talks, but I drift away.

I walk away, diploma in hand,

Still waiting to understand.