I'm sick and tired of being inspired but not being able to share

The world's a blank page for we the few thinkers to write upon

So maybe if I'm right than this world needs teachers

I want to teach the young and the old of the world's beauty and mistakes

The curves and lines it's peaks and dips

Of its great thinkers and creative tinkers  

Because what makes me tick isn't something for my own gain

But to see the light in someone's eyes when they learn something new

Or something is explained