Sestina #2

Cooper Feltes
English 9
Mr. Salsich
May 2, 2011

We all have heard the inspiring, animating, and mobilizing music
that, somehow, flows through our ears, as if they were a tunnel
into the part of our mind
that can't help itself but to convey the lyrics to a group. 
the wheels, with mob mentality, turn on the light
in our head, giving rise

to a new sort of passion their eyes.
This is how the music
passes through our class, casting light
to the end of the tunnel.
We move through the tunnel as a flowing group
and, though it is usually best to mind

our own business, it is impossible, for It seems we have the same mind
and, at this time are on the rise
to break away from this group.
Each of us now has our own music,
inspiring and animating us to break free from the constricting tunnel. 
The sun, endless with light,

it seems, can lighten
our spirits, the essence of our mind
as boundless with thoughts as a tunnel
is darkness. The sun rises,
and the birds happily cheer their music
every morning, this is my routine, seeing the group

I have grown with. Keeping the group
in high spirits is the light 
to my day, the music 
to my ears. I don't mind 
if they don't realize my efforts, as long as their moods are risen.
This has been the only thing motivating me to tunnel 

through my years here at Pine Point, the longest tunnel
I have, and many in the group,
have driven through. The rising
and falling light
flickers as we pass. Our minds 
 and time we have spent together have synchronized  our mental music

the sun rises, beaming through the end of this tunnel
our vehicle in the underpass still plays the final music, so sweet, the entire group
can't decide how to spend our last minutes until the light is reached, so we make the best of it, because whatever we do now, none of us will mind.