Philosophy

I wrote this poem when I probably should have been paying attention to a teacher. Not for religious eyes...

 They dribble; and they cry

At the sound of his prowl

Contemplate, commiserate and

Just tell me how?

To ask is to dare,

And to dare is to fly

But to fly is to dwell into scarier skies.

They say that ignorance is bliss,

 And this I have learnt

And by seeking the truth,

My soul may be burnt

But fuck you God,

And for all that you stand

You- nothing but a trade

A sleight of hand

And thus I deduce

That to pry is to die,

I will escape the cave

And learn how to fly

Faith be convenient,

An essence of the weak

An old times tale, for the silly

And the meek.

You may call me sad, and

You may call me bleak; but

Blood, sweat and tears is

The reality of the week

Death is nigh

And hope will fail,

We all fall victim,    

Dead, doomed and frail.

So hence I speak, and here I denounce;

The wrath that be entire  

No fool am I, no fool will be

If wrong, I’ll face the fire

So let logic prosper

For all to see,

Or let logic die?!

The truth be not He.

So breathe,

Breathe.

And breathe,

In philosophy.