MAGIC OF BEGINNING It is one in the evening

By Ahmad Syamil bin Abdul Rahim
It is five thirty in the morning
My alarm goes crazy
I take a hot and long shower
Hoping time will get slower and slower
It is seven in the morning
My bus driver is honking pin pin pin
I run towards across my house
With Nutella bread slipped in my mouth
It is seven thirty in the morning
Blue uniforms at the gates staring and
glaring
Like icy dragons guarding the sacred door
Kindly inviting me and my new friends
It is seven forty-five in the morning
To a place where everyone is standing
Singing anthems and listening advices
Praying for a new term
It is nine in the morning
My stomach is growling
I hope time will be quicker
So I can have a bite of (ummpphh
ummmpphh) my crispy Loacker wafer
It is ten in the morning
The bells ring ring ring
Yeayyyy! Canteen time!
Sprint as fast as the wolverine
Some choose to run and others just walk
Finding the ones who are wise
They are waiting for the apples of their
eyes
It is two in the evening
I sit at the school block
Waiting for papa and mama to arrive
But only the bee buzzin’ around the hive
It is three in the evening
They arrive in a hurry
Home sweet home!
Built with love and dreams
It is a fresh start
May good memories in the cart
It is a new chapter
To pass it with laughter
Never by chance
Only by change
Begins with a small step
To succeed in bigger map
Just know it is time to twitch again
And trust the magic of beginning
Thank you!

I quickly stand in line

And see the price sign
No way! I forget my money to dine
Or even the lunchbox of mine

It is eleven in the morning

The time goes tick tock tick tock tick tock
The teacher still holding the chalk
And continues to talk