Philosopher's Pen

Life like wildflowers bloom everywhere Love here, hope there Ambition somewhere Dreams as illusory are  even further 

Winds and storm form The broth of trouble foam I wish to have strength  to stand When it is truly difficult to understand Irkisome days I wish to withstand Maybe on my own Alone in the cold Heartfelt sentiments are swept by scarcity I wish to meet a kindred soul A soft and sweet spirit that would feel how I feel The kind that would stand with me in the rain Even if fire was lit in that bloody rain Stand in the cold Cold gales of life Make sense of the incredulous However, I think this is overthinking There is no soul like that Not perfectly Yin and Yang Lost my strength But I wish to rise like a phoenix One should teach me the trick How to pick the pieces of a broken heart How to find wisdom in the middle of lovely foolishness How to mend the past Undo the did Learn how to forgive those who have not done me wrong Most importantly forget If not Live with a lost self

Silly and vulnerable Lost longing soul Sound of hauling silence Salience of never waning want Longing beyond wisdom Yes, silly longing Foolish Maybe childish Pain of patience in empty wish Patience in motrification A knell heralding vanquishing ripper  Faith waning and unwaning like a pendulum  Calmly coming still Comming to terms with meagerness of appreciation  In the deathly silence And a floating chariot

The law is made by the rich It is made for the poor hard to reach No one is there to teach That harshly poverty world will treat