In the early mornings, dreams still dance,
Eyes heavy with the weight of sleep’s trance.
The promise of knowledge waits in lines,
As corridors echo with whispered signs.

Pages turn beneath fluorescent glow,
Where curiosity and ambition grow.
Lessons unfold in chalk-dusted air,
A tapestry of questions laid bare.

The laughter shared in fleeting breaks,
Friendships forged for memory’s sake.
Each chapter written in youthful ink,
A story of dreams on the brink.

As dusk descends, the campus quiets,
Minds weary from the day’s riots.
Yet in the silence, a hope ignites,
For tomorrow’s dawn brings new insights.