As I make my way through these busling halls

Wonder what they carry, what triumphs and brawls

My own story is huge I could never imagine anothers

So to think how much importance these walls have heard uttered

Hundreds and thousands have walked holding their toils in tow

Imagine their stories on each tile to and throw

To think I walk through these tiles every day

With no thought or concern to what they might say

From now on I’ll walk seeming like before

But I’ll know these tiles aren’t just tiles they are so much more

It might be just a school

A sad place to learn

To the scholars and fools

Which have come here to adjorn

They have come here with no thought to what it means

It’s means they left every thought and footstep they here for another to redeam

Maybe I’ll that person

Or maybe I’m not

Maybe I’m just another student which will forget what she was taught