Weekend philosophers,
We search for what's right,
We open our mouths,
Letting words take flight.
They blow where they will,
The wind guilds our soul.
We are free from all,
Only truth takes hold.
Weekend philosophers,
Ideas so distant.
Yet we reach for them,
All so persistent.
So bring on the world,
Let life take it's course.
For I am prepared,
No time for remorse.