|
 ~ lunch time ~
Ringing freedom of lunchtime rush Long Hall Leading on to forever, the edge of existance Wherever that may be Cool breeze of winter wind Whistling Outside Everyone on their way To somewhere Smells of food and people Invade As I walk to my destination Sights of school and Sounds of strings strumming Loudly Lost in music and day dream Without care Time passes by Leaving lunch time lingering behind The bell once again rings But for opposite cause All that remains when lunch is done are the memories of songs we've sung
| ||
