People do what they want to do.

The class was over, but prof wasn't through.

He had one more thing that he wanted to say,

But we all got up and walked away

As he said it.

Two doors down in another room,

A girl was singing, and her voice boomed over a mandolin.

We stood and listened for two hours more

On sore feet to hear our own hearts beat

Along with her high lonesome rhythm

And song.

-jenn