Autumn at Lawrence

These last two poems and three songs were all written during college.

Autumn at Lawrence

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
As I sit and slowly watch the minutes go by.
Sitting in an old wooden desk that is probably older than me.
Picking up a piece of paper and writing.
Nothing worthwhile, just foolish things.
Staring at the clock again.
Every minute passing by, getting closer to the end.
Enter into a hallway aptly lit.
Flip, flop. Flip, flop.
Climbing up an endless stairway.
Just straight, no excitement.
Where are the twists and turns?
Drip, drop. Drip, drop.
It's raining and I have no umbrella.
Leaves are falling, berries dying.
Crossing a bridge and I feel off-balanced.
Look down at the street below.
Wherever I am walking to this time, I am not alone.