Ellyn Maybe

In memory of TA, Mr. Gus, and all the wondrous mentors in the world.

In the halls the football scores float by above.
The songs twirl through the room.
High school can be such a lonely calendar.
Each day the alarm clock shatters.

In the halls the teasing turns the air to winter.
The songs become a crescendo.
High school can be such a time of confusion.
Each day the alarm clock beckons.

In the halls the difference between morning and night is mentor
The songs become a breath to see you through.
High school can be the walk into the rest of your life.
Each day the alarm clock shines.

When dreams find a home a map is becoming Technicolor.
When dreams find their music you live in a symphony.
When dreams show up in the form of a person, your classroom is eternity.