I sit and stare at the world around me.
Beautiful men and women see themselves off.
Dancing their lives through the world.
Floating in their dreams so soft.
They came for miles to lay their troubles down.
Their expressions my daily food,
While I stay in my invisible box,
Away from the world so cruel.
With my face painted pretty
Can you see what I say?
Yes it may be a painful experience,
And to learn may be the price to pay.
The movement of my soul to body,
Is the sermon I preach.
And you fine folk who came to see,
Are the students that I teach.
But I don't need your money,
I could not ask for one dime.
The only thing I could ever ask for,
Is a moment of your time.
Well this class is over, your bell has rung,
You may never again be at my sight.
Merry part to merry meet again
And may all have a good night.
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