Textbook not my teacher. My classroom has no walls.
Lessons learned on wayward turns and strolls out the front door.
Yet a foreign feelings brewing. A yearning for instruction.
For teachings to be measured. A cap and gown induction.
A noble cause, has me pause the gypsy life I treasure.
I yearn to learn the craft I love to publish words of measure.
Words that bridge the social gap, art that mends our time
Bound in leather, I dream to tether my heart upon mankind