philosophers battles

[fledgist]

we've currish rage burning within our souls
the watcher on the porch soon falls asleep
the incomplete ones each search for their wholes
what runs so swift may also run quite deep
the cynic and the stoic are each a stage
on the short journey between dark and dark
not so romantic when they're off the page
the crisp letter turns to a blurry mark
we know the truth is simple just endure
do what you can and make your life a work
ignore the cavillers and the falsely pure
we start in cloud and finish deep in murk
at least we know like angry fleeing swine
that roots can matter even more than wine