The Philosophy Of Socrates: Part VII
A Voice in Socrates Dreams:
Socrates...why do you pain yourself in matters extending beyond life and death...your mothers wish was for you to make a life as a doctor,
A Lawyer even...Can you not realize your true potential...Socrates when will you come to terms with your harassment of society,
The meaning of life awaits your calling however...if you must pursue this path...the world will forever remember your name,
But they will remember you only after death Socrates...Do you realize that popularity will never find you in life's meticulous patterns?
Oh when will the voices ever end...My mind fights with itself on an everyday basis...cumulative recollections of fearful existence,
The roses have turned blue from the oxygen choking my soul...I try to free myself through arrogant self expression,
The most defiant I have pursued have led me through town halls and senate meetings...but I still cannot win a soul in pursuit of my own,
You have fought me...you dreams of self-reliant fates...I hope you fall from time's wayside as I take the path quill in hand,
You Voice...My voice...a sonnet of neglect and dis-encouragement that haunts my only freedom...freedom of voice over realities forms.
Do you realize the choice your making...the people will eventually ask for your death by poison...but you don't listen to me,
Oh voice of my dreams...Do you know that I will never follow your wishes...If I am to die...then the entire world will analyze my life after my own existence ends,
Only then will the meaning of my life and yours and theirs will be found...Only then will I prevail...Societies Improve...Societies Fail...I succeed.