Philosopher's Pen

Time for peace has come It is time to consider diplomatic approach to all matters I have to sit down with my own mind and heart To talk about what is good for my self Time for peace has come A time I have to search for the true enemies of me everywhere Even where the enemy is likely to be me I have to sit down with them and sort their grumbling A time has come for peace I have to look for every matter that inspires inward strife, give it up even if it will cost me pleasure    and let it go For peace is sweeter than all pleasures of life A time for peace has come A time to subdue self and look for things of greater meaning A time for peace has come And I will accept nothing but peace

For a time I desired to lead the pack  But not after I knew the burden Not after I learned that I had to stop living for myself And start living for a vision A vision that possibly only I  saw With my eyes open or closed A vision that made leadership  scary  One clear picture of a chain binding to the prison of a possible better future Built on lashes of bitter sacrifices Pillared by giving away the possibility of pleasure today for the hope of tomorrow Hope was the thin thread to hold on to In the abyss of power An endless pit hidden beneath a thin membrane of grandiosity and glamour And a dream for a people with many faces Faces of friendish fiends looking like starving wolves and marauding vampires The only gift that kept me human and skeptical of my place It was a time for me to die for the birth of the slfless I  Who could live for a people, some  of who wished to lynch me for a little taste of power Which they believed was created to quench their lus