The loneliness of an Open Student

In a world of silent rooms, I dwell, Where echoes of my thoughts compel, An Open student in an endless night, Seeking knowledge, finding light.

No crowded halls, no bustling class, Just me and time, they slowly pass, In solitude, I weave my days, Through textbooks’ words and screen’s bright gaze.

The quiet hum of a lonely quest, To learn and grow, to do my best, Yet in this still, unbroken sphere, I yearn for voices I can hear.

Conversations with myself unfold, As chapters of my life are told, In notes and essays, thoughts take flight, Companions in the empty night.

But sometimes, shadows start to creep, In moments when my spirit’s weak, The isolation starts to weigh, And dreams of company decay.

Yet through this journey, I have grown, In ways that I could not have known, For in the quiet, I’ve found me, An Open Student, strong and free.