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
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