Erik

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Halls echoing day by day
Lonely,empty
A time for gathering and excitement.
People everywhere, yet
Anyplace but here.
A lonely castle
Gleaming in the sun.
Nothing to do, yet
Time well spent.
Not sure if glad
Or dismal
Of all this freedom given to us.
No true purpose to go about.
I enjoy my castle.
The castle is my refuge.
My sanctuary of knowledge.
Summer is my enemy,
My 3 months of despair.
3 months that cannot be wasted
Or used
In any unmeaningful way.
Yet always seems to be.
When finished this question
always asked begins to be asked
"What did you do this summer?"
"Nothing"
Because nothing
is always something.