teacher

i watch him walk by,as he speaks to all,forth or not he just moves his walk
knowledge and wit he shares with no bares
all to him,they see equal and at par
what goes on when his heart is sad,what shares forth till the dusk has set
we never know what goes in him outside that class
he seems all worked out here,waht does he feel when he looks at us,when he looks at me
what goes on in him,what does he feel,is he human,who is he,what is he.....

studies to me is just another book being read,all they need us to know is what they have learnt
all this seems so low , for my flight seems too high
i wanna see more than just the light in his eye......