contemplation in a classroom...

As I sit there before them, in one of the cloud filled sunny afternoon..
I realised how the time has gone by, way too soon.
From one in the crowd to the one apart..
life seemed nothing less than a failed piece of an art.
Am facing them today,
the very place where my past lay..
just a few feet of distance,
but years of my life and heavens of difference!
Not a child with a pink cotton candy in hand, anymore.
neither the one I used to be, much before..
where was I better?
the former or the latter?
was I a better past facing the present me?
Or am I a better present facing the past, to be?