Clockwork Green's blog: "The Poems..."

A young mind empowered and encased by logical thought For the future as an engineer or scientist it was taught. Through scientific equation and formula he fought Until only science mattered and arts are taken for naught. Art wept as a Dreamer was lost under Reality’s cruel sneer. Eventually culled from Science’s harsh, cruel fold. Into an even scarier world all chaotic and cruelly cold. The young mind worn, tattered and beaten until it felt old And into it nothing radical could ever hope to take hold. The master wades deep into this bitter realm without a single tear. Agonizing through manic, frantic, panicked paper prose The elder mind tills, weeds, prunes and hoes For the single seed from which she knows The new English student-scholar grows. But, the student forgets that the master will not always be here. The torch is passed from elder master to the pupil In the ceremony older than any force of will. The master’s body has succumbed to an ancient ill And now the pupil finds a vacuum he must fill, And along the dark path the pupil walks, guided and without fear.