The Professor

He paces around his home office
In the barest of feet and with the fluffiest of mustaches
He caresses an old tome
Weathered by school bells and wide-eyed kids
Expectant faces that mistook him for a wise man

Yet the wisest do not tell the little ones what to believe
For adults are brainwashing fools who forget
Who they were when they were once young and restless
Children who used to know everything
Knew truth

(c) 2012
Vivien Marie Lopez

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