The Final Bell
As the clock ticks and the bells ring
We're caught in the middle of a storm uncertain what tomorrow might bring.
The mundane feels heavy, the routine feels off;
Like a wave so strong you can't shake it off.
The packed halls reeking of a new stress,
Leaving us all stranded looking for a way out of the mess.
The future stands there dim and colored gray,
Appearing so far yet just a few rings away.
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