The Mystery

Entering the library with my friend,

I saw a mystery student,

Peering from the shelf behind;

Followed her as she moved.

Because a closer look might have

Put her to unseen forever.

I don’t dare,

(For some reason I do not know)

Though I know I should look at once.

I felt strange, looked at the entrance,

Watching the teacher as she opened the door.

She walked, and I saw her talking

Day after day.

Day after day,

She walked and, I saw her talking,

Watching the teacher, as she opened the door.

I felt strange, looked at the entrance.

Through I know I should look at once,

For some reason I do not know,

I don’t dare,

Put her to unseen forever.

Because a closer look might have...

Followed her as she moved,

Peering from the shelf behind.

I saw a mystery student,

Entering the library with my friend.

The Question

I had a question.

When I was passing the train station,

I saw a young man who was arrested,

Because of destroying the vending machines.

And he was waiting, for his punishment.

‘Oh, why did he do something so bad?’

I asked myself.

Oh why, did he do something so bad?

And, he was waiting for his punishment.

Because of destroying the vending machines,

I saw a young man who was arrested.

When I was passing the train station,

I had a question.