I’m not quite sure what to go on about
as my mind seems to be sinking.
Maybe I’ll sing a morning bird’s song
through the branches of the trees
and the wind of the air.
Or maybe I’ll proclaim another love story
of impeccable romance,
of two souls running away into eternity.
It’s possible I’ll simply wallow
in the depths of this life
of its treacherous storms
and disdainful tears.
Or maybe I’ll dance beneath
the cloudless sky
through a field of colors and creatures
basking in the camouflaged beauty of our world.
Perhaps I’ll take a swim through the galaxy,
through the moon and the stars
and jump from planet to plant
just to see what other life there is.
Or maybe, just maybe,
I’ll just sit inside these four walls
hidden from the rest of humanity
wondering what I have yet to see,
waiting for another thought to form into an art,
waiting, just waiting, for the very best part.
It’s nice to simply sit in bed and forget about the world. Time for yourself to ponder your future and to wonder what great things are in store. Time to just stare at the wall and let your mind run blank. Time to escape from other people and just sit in silence. Time to think about others - people you need to reconnect with, people you need to see. Time to plan your day, your week, your entire life. Time to simply sit and have a conversation in your mind about anything imaginable, without interruptions, without disagreement. Just you.
A great teacher can offer an escape from poverty to the child who dreams beyond his circumstance. Every person in this chamber can point to a teacher who changed the trajectory of their lives. Most teachers work tirelessly, with modest pay, sometimes digging into their own pocket for school supplies – just to make a difference.