Stirling University

Ode to a non-specific Matrick Paier Paier, oh Paier, where for art thou? In lecture halls, with furrowed brow. You guide us through code, through lines and loops, Yet half of us sit, eyes closed, in groups. Your monotone voice, so painfully bleak, Puts us to sleep—oh, what a treat! With Java so broken, and Web Services grim, Our chances of passing seem painfully slim. First year comes by, with hope in the air Oh but your module, fills me with despair  Matrick's dull lectures

Once more at my desk, a familiar sight Passion burns orange as flickers guide my night. The Goal’s to kiss the stars but I end up face 2 ceiling I inhale the flame, just the same but get a different feeling. Space pirate once more I try to find the end Searching for a universe where we can be something more than friends The cosmos dance and I’m entranced I cannot find my way Written in the stars, a fucking horrid fate I promised you the constellations but cannot find the conc

Names are just sequenced letters Void of resonance, what once was Enough to make my heart swell Now is enough for brief recollection  Everyday faces in places I'm not Hallways I no longer walk Feel like dreams or visions Of a life long gone Grey stone houses, looping streets Marching bands and orange bars Holding spirits; bodies and lives I knew long ago Who I may have loved And lived shared memories with Running and hiding on winter nights Though confined, you'd confide in m