University.
By the end I hardly went.
I avoided class like Eliza Doolittle.
"He lies around, and does very little."
Would be a fair description of me at uni.
I haven't read Pygmalion
But I have felt small and an outsider.
So I guess a Pygmy alien.
I was alone, lonely and prone to postpone sleep.
Creep in and slip out, unannounced.
Afraid I'd be pounced on by some affable chap.
Who'd laugh as he clapped and say,
"Look theres the quiet bloke!".
He'd joke, and unknowingly poke at the frayed end of my rope.
But I never did have interactions.
My actions went as unnoticed as the washing up.
Still I rarely ventured, I would even be afraid to take out the bins.
I'd stash them under my ever shrinking bed.
Discarded cardboard cartons, ploughman's packets ploughed into untilled soil, never to be unearthed.
Uni; solo, one and alone.
University was the hard stone at the center of an otherwise nurishing universe.