a lot of people at school giggle a lot

What should I do but fall back
When their skin is flushed
and their manner so rushed?
With words spilling up from their throats and out
to my ears; I hear but electrical storms
With no more meaning than ones and noughts
spiralling out from a wire and they walk
with steps so brisk that I fall behind
with steps so brisk that they miss the sun
break through the mist and panes and throw
light across the corridor,
shimmering beams on linoleum floor.