requiem

it begins with a quiet hum. one by one, they come to present their part to be played. creaking of chairs, shuffling of bags, the masses await for the arrival of the maestro. he comes in and conducts his piece, teaching his lecture for the day on the subject of something. it is accompanied by a few quiet coughs, sneezes, and yawns, with the click-clacking of pens and the rapid tick-tacking of typing. a sudden interruption occurs as a strange melody is introduced, but hastily and sheepishly ended by the contributor. how strange that this rude addition is never considered to be removed and yet repeated again and again. all of these things are but minor distractions to the serious listener, but major distractions, amplified by a serious headache, to the thinker.

oh how i long to be outside, walking around and enjoying the warm, glow of the sun combined perfectly with the cool, brisk air, and enjoying the melody of nature. but alas, i am restrained in this containment of education. my symphony of the soul, how it aches and the music of my mind, how it strains to keep sane. they suffer in an endless repitition of this sad state of affairs.

finally, the mighty clang of the bells of time signals the end of my imprisonment and permits my freedom...

...it is a sad song