A splash of noise
A crowded hall
A world of perfect
Or not at all

An empty room
A closed tight door
A bubble resting
On tiled floor

A place of talk
Of facts and dates
A place without time
For stop, or wait

A place of students
Hurrying past
Of teachers waiting
To start their class

A place where time
Is of the essence
Where nothing pauses
It’s haste’s quintessence