CAMPUS

This is gradually turning to a nausea,
3 months of staying home feels like an eye sore,
I tend to act as though I am not bothered,
But it really pains me to my core.

I miss that special feeling,
The feeling of being in charge of your own world,
A world where you feel so in charge,
With your mind sharpened and vastly enlarged.

I miss that atmosphere of school,
Looking at the flowers on my way to sports centre,
And how the zebra crossing makes the campus beautiful,
Even nicer when you view it from amphitheatre.

I miss that feeling of being your own boss,
Making decisions as you deem fit,
Enjoying the cool weather campus offers at times,
And also sweating profusely under the sun's heat.

How entertaining hostel life could be,
Always fun not thinking about yelling from mother,
With free access to various hotspots on campus,
Not bothered about the restrictions of father.

The point is that we miss it,
School helps some of us escape our fears,
Aso rock, can you help us find a way around it,
Because this virus could just be a lie for years.

© Emilano