Sitting, watching the world go round,

Watching beings do what they do.

Whether it's what they have to do or not is another story.

So I watch them walk around, some are seated not to be moved.

Silence has filled the room.

Pens and pencils are heard as they reach paper,

Rubbers, rulers, calculators, etc etc...

Hands up, questions are asked, involving what I do not know,

As my ears are too far away.

But my eyes see their normal vision,

No migraine right now, later on I can bet.

Tissues, somebody walking out of the room,

The toilet, ok, this is true, toilets can be used.

Worry, be scared, nerves swell in your belly,

Butterflies are released.

I just feel the time pass slowly as I write.

Staplers, I see are stapling paper.

It's near the end of time of sitting in these rows and columns.

Like Tetris this reminds me off, but fun, not so much.

There are words on the white board,

This lets us know.

Not that some care, some ask, 'Can we go?'

2:55 is the time to go, no more hands, people walking, people sitting,

That old saying echo's in my head.

'Home sweet home.'

I pack up my things and sit till the exam times are finished,

The papers have been picked up and we have been let go.