The clock is ticking
Seconds are passing, slowly, endlessly.
Calm whispers around,
The morning stirred and opened its eyes.
Stuck in a large, large empty room,
Desks aligned, blinding lights.
A bird is chirping outside the window,
Tranquil melody making us alive.
Small groups sitting together,
Facing numbers and words,
Hand in hand, fighting to the end.
Shall their future be bright and uneventful.
Sunrise is painting the sky.
Colors reminding us of our height,
Like an ant seeing the sea for the first time.
We are small in this big world,
Beauty of life opening our eyes.
