The Window in the Library

Cool. No noise. 
Each footsteps sink in the carpet. 
Someone’s index finger walk through the index of a book.
But most of people in the library do their homework.
A bunch of homework.
As though they prepare for the patience at office-work.
Womb to home, 
home to office, 
home to tomb.
Life is simple.
But someone doesn’t get on the course.
They stuck, tangle, 
and life becomes complicated
Or the things might not be so different.