Like the Statue of Liberty, the library called,
“Give me your tired, give me your weary”
A lighthouse, it gleamed in the distance.
It was a sanctuary,
Their sanctuary,
Home to chairs that were
Uncomfortable but they had stopped minding
Various Tupperware containers being opened
Different cuisines fusing into one,
At the same time.
It was a good fusion.
Studying, they tried, eventually, the subjects would
Merge into one, math and english and science,
And so many others, the majors were endless,
At this point, though, they were one and all the same.
They tried to force themselves awake,
Taking breaks, they
Watched the football on the television,
But they had watched a hundred games like this one,
And it had yet to become different.
Besides, their mind had entered a dream-like state,
Half-asleep, they ate their dinner.
It was impersonal, cooked by someone they didn’t know,
Not to say it wasn’t good,
Because it was,
But they missed home, a little bit.
Eventually, they couldn’t resist the pull of gravity,
They laid their heads on their books
And their eyes begin to flutter
Still, they tried to keep awake, realizing that they had been tricked
The library was courteous, a gentleman,
It tiptoed around them
Cast sparkling shadows from the sunset
Onto their faces,
And lulled them to sleep.
