Scheduled mornings, sleeps cycles, study routines, and no phones,
Books lying around, infinite water drinks,
Entire day with so many pencils, solving that single problem,
And erasers, most of the times, they would resolve all the errors,
Everywhere, atoms to planets, all the same methods,
With little or no friends, a lot of humans, some of them loving too,

Fast forward, continued schedules still around there at the edge,
A little flexible though, with days work transitioning into nights,
Or night sleep transitioning into lectures halls,
Alerts, messages, phones, laptops and desktops for the entire day,
Humans still there, some of them friends too,
Good ones too, waking up, messing assignments,
Missed lectures, dizzy eyes, and whole lot of stars for the relief,
Books there, just there on the side, print outs, probably more cherished,
Simpler ways, a few little complex designs,

Next to present, somewhere, maybe, still a routine,
Not too many humans though, but too many voices,
Not a lot of new stories to tell, a lot of learning still left to be done,
Walking around, more running now maybe,
So will it tell time to go, to go just a little well, faster maybe?
Not a whole lot of changes, so not a whole lot of chances,
Far away from most of the friends, and maybe from smiles too?

Somewhere, someday, sometime, little more entropy please,
Newer connections probably, old ones still intact hopefully,
Walks, runs still there, maybe climbing and diving found their way,
Accelerating through slow days, keeping some time alive,
Only to reserve it for maybe, maybe for all those fleeting existences :)