The Philosophy of Socrates: Part IV
Mr. Socrates...What is Life...my parents tell me that its bound by work and no play...the basis of all reality they say is on the farmlands,
Do I have to really listen to them...everyday I follow by your side...your schooling has shown me much in the way of free thinking,
Doom awaits I'm sure if I disobey their wishes...they want me to become a doctor...go to a real school instead of being with a beggar like you they say,
How can they possibly say that Master...is there some way I can coax them into letting me stay by your side...I want to learn freely...learn about life,
My son...my fellow apprentice...Do you really wish to disobey your parents?
Is the feeling there to follow your heart...Do you really wish to become a doctor?
A pharmacological Master...Is that what you want...to give people concoctions of ground carrot and lemongrass?
Is there a possibility you will become a philosopher instead?
Do you want this reasoning...or do you follow your elders dreams?
Im an elder...do you follow me...or do you only learn from me like you must learn from them?
Are you ever really free from reality my apprentice...Or has life simply perceived reality around you?
You have such a way with words...Socrates oh great Socrates...can I even answer those questions before you give me more,
The tide has turned a notch...navigation among the clouds of thought and spatial reckoning has caused me to lift from my chained grounding,
Parents I know only push me...no physical or mental abuse would dissuade me from being myself...a free thinking philosopher,
Although I know...philosophy takes a majority of one's lifetime...the joys of life and hardship of war...do we ever recover from our disasters Socrates?
Do we my apprentice...Don't we always?