Teacher or Teaser?

Life teaches: a submission to dismal.
A validation of creation’s gradual
build-up of turture and rage- innocences
must soak in guilts; love shall fade off to lust.
Plain ineptness swallows our stolid senses.
Pace bonds with sluggishness; matter with dust,
adolescent dreams; timid temprament,
& memories dear are only of torment.

They aren’t ever lessons, they’re just teases.
The weather becomes harsh, yet favourable,
Fate’s sometimes pleasant, & sometimes displeases,
wearier the heart, the more it proves durable.
Youth well spent returns with haunting pain,
all hopes will die, then they will rise again,
love’s nothing but a cheap cheat at last,
& breath is inconsequentially fast.

The discourse pages are always refreshed,
the common blunder lurking to recur,
the rookie careful, eschewing being trashed,
the tutor playful, lighting up his bore.
The one is focused, desperate, serious,
the other- frivolous, bleak, ingenious.
Occurences are Life tossing a coin,
& it is tail when she kicks our groin.