1.
One step in front of the other,
moving,
sounds and colors
blurring
as I stride
through the sea
of faces too numerous to
remember.
My limited
understanding
of this place
makes me want to
take a deep breath
and observe.
But unforgiving time
doesn't halt for a
small moment
like this.
The bell
rings
rings.
One day after the other,
time keeps slipping.
I slide into a groove,
an unremarkable routine,
of the same people
and the
same words
that have been
vainly repeated.
Every now and then,
I'll stop
and wonder
what the
story
is for all these blurred faces,
what opportunities
I have missed
while thinking about
Tick, Tock.
One step in front of the other.
Time is almost up.
2. I had a regretful tone. Regret of how I spent my time in high school. Wondering about, as I phrased it, the "opportunities I have missed" while spending my days the same way "one day after the other." In the last stanza, my sentences are short and choppy. I used that syntax to indicate how fast the last bit of my time here will pass. Imagery of striding through a blur of faces too numerous to remember help convey the feeling that I passed through high school too fast, without paying attention to what was right in front of me. Diction like "blurring," "unremarkable," "vainly," "missed" add to the feeling that I rushed through high school too fast.
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