yah, its been long

Ntu its my school,
a place i feel
filled with murderous few
plotting, all to kill

All the doors, it seem to me
opens out, wide and free
many a times, right as a bee,
into the very people i see.

The stairs they seem
cast a harzardous gleam.
neverending, long and mean.
They are definitely not for whimps.

Many a slopes, (i've climbed a few)
Slant ever so dangerously real.
Pant you will and try not to reel
Palpitations, you will feel.

But the worst of all is yet to come,
wait until you see our sums.
Exams in uni, (we all are bummed)
So do forgive us If we seem glum