Take This, Brother, May It Serve You Well

Brushed past a walking piece of art
On the phone in the middle
Down the stairs with hands in pockets
In a hurry, leading nowhere

Running out of school
With a watermelon in hand
Gave it to a yin-yang
Then jetted towards the buses

At the station on time
Followed the mass of students
Shortcut to the room of rest
For relief and a sigh