I never knew what I wanted to be before I was asked
I only knew teacher was the answer.
Something about imparting knowledge and experience
To someone else gave me such a feeling of purpose.
I didn’t go to college. I had the grades, I qualified for aid
But I had a family to support, and two jobs to do so.
I broke my back all morning, and sat in a cubicle all night
I didn’t see the sun for seven years.
Somewhere in that monotonous darkness going nowhere
I took a meaningful step
I joined the army
There is still a weight on my soul but it is different
I teach young privates who have never paid a bill
About interest and credit so they can live after...
I teach young men to shoot, move, and communicate
On the field of battle so they can kill... no... Survive.
I feel that same sense of purpose I felt all those years ago
But it’s different
I am so close to what I wanted to do
Like a book you bought but never got the chance to read...