Students of life

Contact can be tense
Communication rather distorted
ears and mouths and thoughts and instincts
three words a second and not two to comprehend

We are students of life
The great burning wastelands of our shortcomings
The pristine abundance of our understanding and compassion
The pitfalls of our impatience

Ears to listen to this world
and a mouth to shout at it
When the room gets too tense we dive into speculation
Drive into walls or the back of other frustrated drivers

And to learn is to eat
digest and grow
To learn and to want to learn is
to give your mind the world

A student of life not by choice
but you can choose it
and choose to love it
between our ears and mouths there is so much activity