PLACE (School)

 

PLACE (School)

NIMA DINI

 

Hollow hallways stretch empty through the school; 

Birds cheer up the sun to get up in the morning; 

Few footsteps breez by, as the dust begins to cool; 

The cafeteria starts cooking, and the band begins performing 

 

At last it is time, for lessons to be unleashed;

Pencil cases un-coil, and binders unfold; 

As the teachers give knowledge, the students minds expand like yeast; 

The youthful ones react, and copy what they're told 

 

The class orders others, from classroom to lunch;

Everyone exhausted, with their eyes set on the end of today's journey; 

Every last ooze of wisdom gets squeezed through in a crunch; 

But it's all too late, as all race to their individual tourney  

 

This is the place where I enjoy to visit;

Though when I graduate, I hope to never see it