(written September 22, 2008)
I never have enough to give to you
And when I do talk I feel unnatural,
Manic as the day is long
So mostly I stay quiet, in my own world
Where nothing much happens
Yet, the world is expected of me
I'm meant for more than this, aren't I?
Is my task here so simple as to teach
These children right from wrong?
What about me?
What about what my soul needs
To keep it going strong?
What of the practice my days require?
Does this forced interaction prepare me for days to come?
I'm full of questions with borrowed answers,
Or none at all.
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