And It Returns

And it returns
That feeling that is known all too well
That feeling in the stomach’s pit
The beginning of the end?
Or just the end of the beginning?
Nostalgia still raves
Home sweet home, well, gone for now
School, school and it stress waves
Hope that after all, no frowns

And it returns
Standing on the threshold
Beholding with the mind’s eye the “glory” afterwards
But still discomfit with fear of the stones
The thorns in the rose garden
Plans are being made
Ideas are conceived
Fruition albeit it promise
Failure will only be grave

And it returns
The faces on the face of those who arrive earlier
Show no overt keenness
They may be masters of cloak and dagger
Or is it a shared despondence?
Everyone stumbling around in an orderly disorder
An ensemble, a prearranged chaos
Awaiting for the word “go”
To scurry along to the last note



And we return
Bid farewell to yesterday
For it is gone forever
Bid welcome to tomorrow
Hope you are here when it gets here
But as long as today is
The fight must go on
Until we return
To the places wherefrom we have come
Chinazo Peter