"Silence when she enters"
There was a pin falling down
And we all could hear it
Because she entered our room.
She was handed over
To everyone of us
In the room
And her arrival brought into everyone a feel of gloom.
She was filled too many questions
For all that we didn't know what to answer.
Next to her questions were the marks she gives to me
When i answer those.
But what do I do, when she's just so unpredictable and capricious?
Is silence in the hall the answers for her questions?