My philosophy
It works so well for me
Its not pretentious
Its not malicious
Its not counter productive
And best of all its more than simple

My doctrine not a bore
Not there to bring you to your knees on the floor
No paraphernalia
No reason to wear something so particular
Not lost in ancient beliefs or mystical myths
No concerns with blinkered visions
And no indecisive socially infected transitions

I have though, with great sorrow, great regret
Begun to imagine that I'm the one who hasn't quite got it yet
And my philosophy
Has become the fantasy
A Utopia I would guess
That obviously fails, globally, to impress
My dreams are sour, freedom apparently will never be free
And the life we all play out is but a parody