You are an ordinary

You are not that saintly, you are biased

Ordinary you are, and you want to move on

For you there is so much to fill

Your urges are never fulfilled

It was destiny filled with freewill

That you became a teacher

Your students don’t know that you are ordinary

You remained a pupil, even after becoming a teacher

You have received much more than you could give your students

Your students are now your teachers

You have learnt to see a bit, overlook a bit

You have learnt to move among the ordinary

Ordinary is a seeker, yet no goals

Ordinary suffers not from self-inflicted misery

Objective reality gives the ordinary serenity

Never-ending seeking is not for the ordinary

It is okay that you are an ordinary