Beating strong is my heart as I stand at this edge.
Inside me a baby looks inward, and cries for himself.
A student looks upward, and hopes for himself.
A teacher looks outward, and lights up for himself.
Aye, and herein, too, trembles the cowardly me
who strives for the guts to look downward.
For in the canyons of complex nature
I sense a magnificence that,
though riddled with peril,
is flickering wildly with
sweet hints of gold.
A teacher looks outward, and lights up for himself.
Aye, and herein, too, trembles the cowardly me
who strives for the guts to look downward.
For in the canyons of complex nature
I sense a magnificence that,
though riddled with peril,
is flickering wildly with
sweet hints of gold.
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