Passing Period

Drew Guggeis

Ms. Bennett

WLH p. 1

5/25/17

Passing Period

The bell blares

Frustrated, I stand to the command of a noise

Pick up my things, reluctant to add another unnecessary weight to myself

Exit the room, exit the forest

Open hallways filled with open hearts

Avoiding eye contact, avoiding avoiding eye contact

Pick up the pace, watch out!

Tensions swell, feet scatter

Rooms identical, almost an illusion

The noise may blare again soon

We all know what that means,

Absolutely nothing until someone else says so

Sorry, excuse me, my bad, you suck i don’t care that I ran into you

However i remain vegetarian in my desire for tension

I don’t want any beef

Despite all the walking, talking, and troubled stares

I can’t help wandering, pondering and absorbing the sun glares

Closer to my class

Closer to which class, the one that’s boring or the one that’s boring

Oh right the one with that one person

Oh that one person

With legs and all that

Voice of a normal person

Yet so abnormal

Sit, relax, take it in

You’ve made the journey

Between the forests, through a valley

With views of sparkling skies and winding rivers

But you never took a breath

Never smiled at him, never said hi to her

But you’re both wandering between the forests

The bell blares

Another time, then