Senior Spinster....am i going mad?

"Why is a raven like writing desk?"
Asked the Chesire cat, while I pondered it.
Why ask a question so grotesque?
Maybe life isn't meant for it various ways to split.
Or maybe I'm just thinking to hard.
High school....they say its legit
Once you graduate that's about it.
But that can't be right I have other mountains to climb
It's called college. I have dreams to persue, new passions to nurture.
So why in that does it seem so far away?
The door is right in front of me not much to convey.
The golden keys are in my pocket and yet my mind was was oh so... gray.
Confusion. Everything I knew felt forbidden to touch.
FUTURE was the brick wall I've yet to make a dent in till this day.
But I had to keep moving, gathering my famous family courage, and as such
I must keep my head held high, but why was I leaning on a crutch?
Any obstacle I had I (eventually) overcame,
Yet why had everything felt unchanged, completely the same?
Its like now that I've reached a whole new level
Chains were instantly linked to on me, to immobilize me.
So......many.....thoughts.
Ever the unclear!
This is my last year in high school it should be exciteful.
As I drink of the cup given, all i taste is fear.

"The more things seemed to change, the more they stay the same."
  - Corinne Bailey Rae 'Put Your Record On'

Is it emptiness...or completeness?

Light...or darkness?

A spade..or club?

What difference does it make?....A long smile appears in the air.

"So again I ask, why is a raven like a writing desk?"

I smile back...

Then promptly fainted from the simple question.

My answer should've been, "I don't know. You tell me."