Dreams are a learning zone
Full of multitude and form
A nightmarish of classes
Passes, cases of books

The library is a showcase
Patterns of faces and races
Sprinkles and tastes of colour
A forever buzz of the day

The end of term flaunts
Gaunt of overpass and dance
Papers and pens are the street
The corridors scream of trash

It's clean up , of the **** up
Reports and targets challenge
The students are an interchange
A bridge of liberty and trade

As the night haunts,dark evades
The zombie awakens in a room
An abandoned building of flight
The old weary woman chases

A race of fear, as the dear ages
In cronies of spaces after me
Eyes meet, ear neat, miles meet
Legs reach, hands swing,hair sweep

The prolonged zombie haunt
A maze of the unknown past
In haste of hate and thunders
As the flashing light rescues