To be a philosopher
Is to walk down a dark road
As are the guiding principles of life
Hatred
Greed
Selfishness
Intolerance
A fear of what cannot be understood
When no one understands love

We are a people on the brink
Staring squarely with every pair of eyes
At the end
That we don't know
That we create

Every pair of eyes
Blind to the symbols
These turtles, fish and golden robes
Muddied by the river
Blind to the symbols
Every pair of eyes
Watching our own demise

The bear rises from they east

I know just what it means

To be a philosopher
Is a soul killing experiment
And a lesson of the crooked ways even the innocent live

Plato tried to teach the youth
The truth
And was murdered
Today
The radio
Is evil

To be a philosopher
Is a life ending experience
And the only way to ever save a soul