Public Announcement

The bell goes off, as I walk through the hall -

I had to stop, and see the people moving around, this fall.

As they move about their lives, and wisp through the hall

I keep my head down, and my headphones in.

Focused on the hall.

The floor is stone. Worn, polished and weathered.

Sketched on for miles, only to span across the floor.

Driven down into further rubble, and dust.

Only to be given years before it will become withered,

and left again to become further dust.

And time again crowds pass over the stone floor, we pass and speak

Shake and nod. As we all pass over, and kindly meet.

It is only the story that has begun, never a story that will end.

Our nights will be cheer, and our days will become strong.

As we keep a song in our hearts, must we abandon what has never -

what will never fall?

The days become cheer, and the nights remain all,

as we become again, we see a day where one will be all

and move on with what must come by fall.