The Philosophy Of Socrates: Part IX
Don't you ever wish you can just figure it all out...the philosophy of distraught emotions that every individual partakes in?
The Wisdom of all life...The gods simply can't give us all the knowledge right away I know...too much is too little maturity,
Fumbled existences among every fragment of unknown earth...the lakes and oceans hold secrets that breeze through the air,
Why can't I just grasp one thought...One subtle moment in a passage of time well before or after mine.
A Voice in the wind:
Oh but you will Socrates...you have the capabilities of a thousand men marching through the god's arenas...the superior mark of promotions,
The thousand reasons that you hold for one prosperous moment...The talons of the Eagle will always miss its mark with you for the next man,
You will only perish from this earth after speaking ten million more words of wisdom among any individual that will listen,
Socrates...you are to become a great philosopher after your own demise...your unknown path paves the world's general directives for futures to come.
But why me...no one else seems to listen...tundras of red grass whip the air filled skies without glory or boasting,
I see that nature never tells exxagerations of the earth's existence...why won't humans take the heed of their thoughts,
I hear it through the air...whispers of monstrosities to come...a name Nostradamus glides past my ears every now and again...but I know no such person,
Why do I feel this way...philosophical nonsense that I talk about every day...no one listens until they have too.
You will realize soon enough old friend...the visions you follow and seek will always pursue you as well,
The notion of eternity will carry you into the next life with the Gods by your side as an advice giver for the world to denounce,
No one believes what hasnt happened yet...but all realize realistic disasters as they take place among the rebellions all around us,
Rebellions of Emotion...whether it be happiness...sadness...or utter anger...no one will fully understand the intent of humanity.
--A Voice trails off into the wind as Socrates continues his lonely walk through the valley--