fake and ordinary

just like all others, i spent four years on these grounds
these walls, these halls, these rooms.. know that i did!
i too attended the same classes, had the same teachers,
read the same books and heard the same silly jokes
each face was the same, voices weren't different either.
but when i come back for a visit or two...
i feel nothing, nothing that's true!
the walls and halls are exactly like before
lockers haven't changed their colors either
chairs rest at the same old places
and the boards are again covered with markers.
teachers walk the way they did
they teach and talk the same sweet thing.
a smile comes upon the faces i see
greetings and wishes run back and forth
conversations are striked and carried out
new days and experiences are told with passion
heard with eagerness and complimentented with love
everything is the way it should be...
the way it always is with everybody
yet, there's no attachment.
the passion is fake and the smiles are ordinary.