Walking Through Campus Poem by Andy Pandy

Tennis shoes scrape across the pavement.
The pitter-patter of busy feet,
Of busy people, doing busy things.
The footsteps fall, quick and deliberate
Everyone knowing exactly where they're going
And exactly when they will get there.

I stroll lazily in the background.

Conversations all run together,
With exception to the few, more vocal individuals.
A cell phone on every shoulder.
Music in every ear.

I sit silently in the background.

Feet keep moving,
Tounges keep conversing,
Music keeps screaming.

I sit stagnant, still, quiet, alone,
In the background.