You ever dreamed of a day that would bring all those people to a standstill, where they would run back to their mothers and finally find serenity, maybe indulge in the act of listening for a while, may i see your finger, may i relieve your eyes of my unspoken words, perhaps you will see in time, pay attention young child, your words mean nothing, your meaning is too young, your ideas are worthless, for you do not know, but teacher i have learned more from you than you have of me, i may be new here in this room, but ill tell you now you don't know anything if the learner is a stranger to the eyes of the beholder, maybe if you would stoop down here ill five you a third lip busting through your forehead, you should know by now that all you do is repeat, you've forgotten that you are now a broken record, repeated over and over through out the years, everyone has obtained your know how, you are a broken record, too old to see that you are obsolete, unneeded, YOU do now know, because you have closed your ears to our world and therefore forgotten yourself, you will never know.