The Philosopher's Curse

To be a philosopher,

Is to love and hate together.

Praise the Lord -

While denying his existence;

And stabbing your own back.

It is a mix of everything everywhere;

To know that you don't know,

To live in minutes and seconds,

And breathe through the skin,

And talk with your eyes.

It is a conflict,

With the community inside!

The brain; the conscience; the heart.

To contradict self -

And live in eternal enquiry.

It is to talk,

But to oneself -

Indulged in self-inquisition.

To stray away from the world,

And be branded mute.

Every day a war,

Every word a battle,

Every deduction a fight,

Every green a blue,

And every second a wrong!

It is to question,

What all take for granted;

And deny,

What all take for law;

And sing about every flaw.

It is to stand alone,

And not able to explain why!

It is to not know the difference -

Between a gift and a curse.

It is to believe and make believe.