End of Day

at the end of the day,
the bell rings loud.
the rain is gentle, though from the dullest of clouds.
the books are closing,
the day was tiring.

Next, I'm walking down a hall
Passing an old radiator on the wall
I pass the people, pass each door
Some people rush as if there's war

I reach outdoors and though it rains
I walk quite slow; I notice autumn's yellow leaves quickly blow
They fall and rise and prance and dance
Autumn's wind gives them no chance

evening's stepping closer
as i'm stepping closer home
and tomorrow's end of day
will act just as a clone