The philosophical journey begins…
Diving into the depths of thoughts,
Dwelling to the root causes of nature,
Travelling into infinity, pondering…
Is good for one, evil for another?
Are moral right and wrong relative?
Meditating over world issues…
My soul beckons me to feel the impossible,
Intuition, a powerful tool,
I discover the bitter truth,
But alas! Past cannot be altered,
Stuck by chain of events,
Destiny, fate shapes the present…
So, why oh why can’t we be responsible, understanding?
Sad but true, selfish motives misleading,
Manipulating our emotions…
Finally scheming people win, loss is of honesty,
Jealousy and treachery are victorious,
Caution much required,
I discover the metamorphosis of the philosophical journey,
Which compared to yesterday is sly, violent.
Conscience broken to hundred pieces of crystal,
Purity lost forever, suffering of the innocent is here to live…
Unless I follow the golden rule,
To become wiser, stronger
And survive the wretched, wicked world.
I can get there in time,
So I can progress and live a healthy life,
With plenty of good luck on my side.
Bold and brave will be my new look to wear,
Peace and happiness will be in my heart to feel.
After the sunset, comes the sunrise,
After winter, comes spring,
In the midst of the turbulent life cycle,
I realize I am growing,
Ready to fly off like a beautiful butterfly…
I fell but I will stand up again,
I can do it!
Believing in myself,
I will follow my instincts.
In conclusion, the philosophical journey is a paradox,
Because the past has shaped the present
But the present has very little conscience left…
Just in time, the candle burns out,
So does the incense stick,
Leaving behind a perfume of rose fragrance…
Filling me with peace and slumber sleep for the night.
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