Mister Professor

A sarcastic tune, a jaded voice
Echoes loud in your every word.

Your face seems weary, you seem tired
And you look at the world
As if no one cares.

I'm intrigued by your aura
Inspired by your writings
And how you cherish people
In your life.

But one thing I'll never be
Is to be oblivious with what I see.
A mask as transparent as glass.

Your passion with what you do
Is almost consumed.
Yet you decide to move on with life,
because it's what you hold on to.

It's as if life for you is beautiful
If things turned out better,
Only that it did not.
I will it does for you.

I can't explain this fondness
In your character.
I wish I can meet a man my age
Who can think and act like you.