I walk on through the halls,
these places once unknown to me.
I reminisce about those who-
once upon a time I met
in the classroom corridors.
I stop and view the scenery
Of learning right in front of me.
I think about the memories-
that have shaped me.
I view the waves of students who unlike me are me.
When yesterday is gone today;
Tomorrow beckons nightfall,
This final moment here;
Memories take shape,
I think about these things again.
The late nights in the library,
or that time when,
and that boy who-
Time will fade,
and you won’t recall some names;
The halls that we once stepped through.