What can't be seen on the inside is 

the audacity of learning

What a beautifully, treacherous thing

The script calls for a master, 

but life has taken the mastery out of the art

My teacher teaches, teach me 

teach the heart to rise softly 

teach the mind how to think, 

not what to think

teach the soul to appreciate the beauty

in what is ugly and false

A place of learning can be found where

trouble is seen not as failure

but as opportunity

Learning has gone wrong

Teacher, teach me to live

show me how you live

your secrets and joys

Teacher, teach me to accept all 

and dream endlessly 

Teach me where happiness can be found

The shit I would say to those

who have attempted to perform

the art of teaching

would not be shit

Teacher, teach