There are 28 steps up to the English department.
Left-right-left, up 14 steps. Turn.
The heaviness of my bag weighs me down.
My hand moves instinctively to keep the cries from seeping out.
Still so many books to read, so many tests to give.
I could measure the ill-spun thread of my life with tests.
The room's suffocating.
There were 28 steps, weren't there?
I counted them myself; lonely steps for lonely people.
Sad little steps lead...where?
So many books to read, so many tests to give.
So many strangers to meet.