PHILOSOPHER’S BURDEN

Steel too hard to bend
Wind too free to chain
Night too dark for sunlight
So the stars remain

Time too swift for the mortal
Life too hard for the weak
Love too deep to be measured
Is what the soul will seek

Truce too red to be forgotten
Peace too blue to be war
Liberty too costly to be sold
Wounds too fresh to be scars

Vengeance too sharp to wield
Anger too toxic to drink
Philosophies phobia of cliffs
Yet standing on the brink

The answer too real to be hidden
The truth too strong to be killed
They that hunger for righteousness
Shall be eternally filled