Long carpeted hall lined with benches
Stain glass windows glistening in the morning sun
Silence holds a day full of noise about to erupt
They file in moving in straight lines expressionless
Making their way to their seats and settling in to their routine
The hustle and bustle begins and they move like chess pieces not knowing they are the pawn
It’s almost mundane wrapped up in irony the way it all unfolds
Each day is like a repeat until something rattles the cage for one sometimes more
The awakening is like fireworks alongside a heavy fog lifting
It is here that real life begins and the freedom and peace are found
Once this path has been charted there is no turning back nor would you want to
-LORA BUNCH