As it drifted past me,
in tiny streams of white,
slowly counting seconds of time,
that it takes to shine,
in a distance not many,
exist a group of students funny,
some sleeping, some studying if any,
this white light does come in handy,
When my face it finally touches,
most of its cousins already in trenches,
maybe this is the eternity it watches,
slowly time and soul disappears.
-Gp 2005- 26/04/2005
* a lazy afternoon in the library.