Once upon a time,
The world stopped.
The day started like any other,
With students flocking to campus and
Missing those long days of summer
Sitting on roll-y chairs and
About to rediscover
Their long-lost love for numbers.
After a long day’s class
With their heads ready to explode
Students ran out of the forum
Only to discover
That their networks had been taken
And that they could no longer contact their other
How would they organise their dinner?
Or catch up on their friends’ lives?
Get updates from the left-wingers?
Or look back at their archives?
While some refreshed anxiously,
Others waited patiently
For their lifeline to come back.
But then, something happened.
Instead of looking up to the sky
Asking why, almighty why
Did you take our networks away?
Students soon realised
This was an opportunity to play.
Open a book and read some Hemingway
Maybe plan a getaway
Head to the woods and spot the milky way
Or have a foodie Monday
Sit in silence and meditate
Hit the streets with a skate
Have a dance party with your housemate
Or simply allow yourself to vegetate.
Wageningen lit up
With sounds and smells and
Activities it had never known
For all were there
And not on their phone.
Once upon a time,
The world started again.
Students woke up from their beauty sleep
Thanks to their phone’s beep
Had it all just been a dream?
Or was it part of a scheme?
The sounds of tweets returned as main beats and
People looked down rather than up at the streets.
Students flocked to campus and
Nodding at each other
Implicitly acknowledge that they’d
Seen the other side
And gotten through it together.
