A teacher in chaos

A wise teacher can not always be,
in perfect control
living in peaceful harmony,
within the world’s various difference

She is like she always was,
and will be..
to sweet for her own good,
to innocent, but within to old and wise.

You want to hate her,
for stirring your blood
And within her breathing.. in and out,
the rythm of your heartbeat.

A wise teacher can not always be,
a runaway from total chaos.
And total chaos,
is what she is to you.

I wish she would leave,
he whispers in the cold and loveless nights.
I can not control,
what I really feel inside
Oh how she makes me furious,
with her curious nature, of how the world exists.
She sees me as the wise man,
but really I am a fool.

And her smile is like a warmth,
he never felt before
A wise teacher can not always be..
but can be a total change,
and a new beginning.