They appear on my footsteps,
with multiple aspirations,
plethora of dreams,
with little or more,
fire in their minds,
to accomplish,
their unrealistic,
dreams.
They follow me,
utilize my directions,
cover the distances,
as per their destinations,
but how far?
depends on their dreams,
as well passions,
they embodied in.
I remain their,
silent as ever,
stagnant,
guiding and watching,
my users,
reaching their destinations,
sluggishly or promptly.
I am a road,
because,
I am a teacher,
my students are,
my users.
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