Standing in the middle of the hall
backpack slung over my right shoulder
as people brush by me, bustling to their classes
Whilst I stand there,
Thinking.
Why am I here?
What is my purpose in life?
Because I'd really fancy knowing,
What is expected from me by everyone.
Bell rings,
Reverberating off the still walls.
Bodies removed, their presence still felt.
I can still feel everyone around me.
But they're not here. Are they?
I breath in the empty crowdedness
and take a step forward.
I know what's expected of me.
and to do it, I've got to make my own path.
One step at a time.
10/14/10
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