I sometimes wonder if I'm a philosopher.
And,
as soon as I do I chuckle a bit.
For,
of course im not.
To be one these,
I would have to be someone.
One worth listening to.
One worth being seen.
One worth moving the minds,
of human beings.
I've yet to exist as such a being.
Yet,
to come to the conclusion that I,
this simply little thing,
can know or comprehend anything.
That my mind,
is what these beings need.
One engulfs self in knowledge.
Attempts to be more,
absent any degrees from a college.
Even absent the simplicity,
a graduating from the school with high in it.
In truth,
to be educated,
never truly interest me.
It was as if I was standing line,
to be a being.
As if,
this system,
was forming me.
And most importantly,
if I existed tethered to this system,
I'd never be free.
I've had a hard life,
in others eyes.
But,
in mine I've simply never attempted to try.
So easy it is,
just to glide.
To breeze through life,
only existing through eyes,
and in the mind.
For,
within such an existence,
I exist in time.
Time so free,
I essentially live absent wants nor needs.
Absent thoughts of family,
not even a need for kids.
I simply exist as me.
And,
in being so,
I sometimes wonder if that's who I meant to be....
©lamarcus12
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