The halls look empty, the classrooms black. It may be alive, but liveliness lacked.

It's days like these, move fast or slow.
Days are yours, days are mine.
September is yours. Not mine.
September won't be so cold, but september isn't mine.
Days like yours feel cold, feel fine, felt mine?
Words are colder, errands fine. Push the facts to fit you,
fit mine. Push fast, we'll all be fine. Seem fine. Seen mine?
I like to draw, paint some time. Pain is mine.
One can seem like a lot at one time. "Too soon to feel sad",
said what felt fine. Don't show your arm,
I'll cover mine. Don't block your mind,
I never blocked mine.