This is a poem I wrote called Creativity Blooms. Uhm, opinions, I guess? Haha. ^.^
"Creativity Blooms"
The clock on the wall is there
Closing down everything.
It tells you when to breathe
Never stopping for anyone.
The surface of the chipped bricks
Looking with uncertainty
They tell us the surface
Is rocky, but still holds together.
The posters on the walls
Shine With joy
Reminding everyone to hope
For a brighter tommorrow.
The books on the tables
Filled with knowledge
Offer us the joy of knowing right from wrong
And the the right to do something about it.
The empty podium stands
Giving advice of past leaders
Singing the songs of dreams and wisdom
While the people
Slowly
Fade...