This topic came by as soon as I realised that school was coming... 🥲 But that's where the idea popped up! So you better be grateful sitting around a little bit in class as soon as you finish reading this... I think 🤦‍♀️.... I'm so weird...

Students gather of many shapes and sizes,
from the oldest man to the youngest infant,
While some would fear for the non-stop tests,
Some would rather stay wise and nonchalant.

Teachers couldn't be seen wherever the numerous students would search,
From high buildings, small villages, vast countries and every single church.
But they still wouldn't find a teacher that would show them the path,
The path for fame, money, and freedom from the devil's wrath.

But that's where they then realised what was the answer to every test,
Where they finally saw who their teachers were at their sight,
It appears that only fear has been the reason that they haven't done their best,
And their two teachers appear as Reality and Fantasy in the spotlight.

As Reality was strict as the future weighed upon each student in life,
Fantasy shown them the endless possibilities that scared and inspired at the same time.
Indeed, both are like black & white, peace & strife,
Yet they hold each other like Romeo and Juliet, where their fates would rhyme,

Ages passed, and some had lost their loved ones along the way,
But they can't deny that there will always be another day,
Where they could cherish the past and hope for a bright future,
One with no confusion, uncertainty, suffering or torture,

Lessons can be longer than a lifetime and shorter than a word,
But life is a class you can't skip in this vast and beautiful world.

(Please vote if you liked this poem)
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