I Stare

I Stare (A teacher's perspective) In this classroom full of thoughts swimming in heads He stares at the clock wondering is it time to be fed The smell of funk roams the room while walls beg of thee to take a bath She stares at her book wondering when in the future, will she ever use this math In this classroom filled with ravenous souls I stare into the eyes of the young and imagine them old What will become of you years from now and how will you function From learning success to earning success you are the conjunction In this classroom, I see tremendous potential I stare at the faces of generations and hasten to mold your mental Development of the brain is the ultimate primary goal Though at times I stare at undeveloped social skills and remain skeptical Because the future is so bright it will either light a path or burn you Because the past is fraught with fright it’ll make you better or turn you I stare at the future who wear doubt for sunshades & clothed with happenstance And I wonder am I staring at reality or is this just a quick glance