The Corridors
Through the empty meaningless corridors we walk
The pale gray brick holding us in
For some this place is hell
For others a haven
Me, I am not sure
Some days, I am surrounded by smiles,
On others
These cold eternal corridors
Transport empty, dead faces
Whose emotionless eyes gaze at the floor
But whether we are elated or empty
The walls don’t care
They are only there
To hold us in.
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Inspired by a day in school earlier this year when everyone just looked depressed. Maybe it was a monday.
It may seem that way at times :-) and Mondays always seem depressing....BrianW
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