180 poem poem

There’s nothing that I really want:

The stars tonight are rich and cold

Above my house that vaguely broods

Upon a path soon lost in dark.
My dinner plate is chipped all round(It tells me that I’ve changed a lot);

My glass is cracked all down one side(It shows there is a path for me).
My hands—I rest my head on them.

My eyes—I rest my mind on them.

There’s nothing that I really need

Before I set out on that path.

I like this poem because it relates basically to all high school seniors. How much you've changed, how far you've come and how much further you have to go.