Teachers

In life, we encounter many teachers.

We meet at a crossroads and walk together.

Along a scary, narrow path.

We hold hands and walk slowly.

Because we are afraid to fall.

Eventually, the teacher teaches us to fly.

Then we let go, so the teachers can fly too.

Fly with me.

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