Philosopher's Pen

In th eyes of the world A fool is an honest man whose world he writes in black and white The wise one is a lier who can eat them all alive

Each minute we live we are dieing The dance is intricate The race is against time We live the best way we know how to How else is it possible No one is to blame Though the responsibility of each life belongs to the one who lived it No one is a fit judge Judgement is made before a moment is lived And the dues are earned right after If you are happy now That is good enough 

The sea has a hole at its bottom A leaky sea it is Drop and drop and drop On the surface nothing seems to be happening In the unseen A lot just happened The sea is emptying drop by drop Until the last drop This day it is a drop less