walking, chatting,
groups of students,
some lost in conversation,
others somewhere off in their minds;
reaching, searching, wondering,
wanting, asking, sometimes received or receiving --
like ants on an anthill,
each to their owns tasks and lives.
on an early morning,
a solitary walker,
no longer a student, and
with none to converse with;
aching, empty, overwhelmed,
wanting, past asking, unreceivable --
like a roach in the corpse of a dead building,
only seeming alive from a distance.
time, passing like a curtain between acts --
those who leave never really learn;
those who learn never really leave
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