I experience excessive wonder.
It occasionally verges on terror.
It quite often verges on ecstasy.
So I read to satisfy this wondering
That is like my lungs craving
For breath, never-ending.
I have found that in learning,
It is useful to read broadly
If one wants to read deeply.
All aspects of the humanities
are intricately interwoven.
I am wrapped in the web
Of the world’s wealth of wisdom.
It is a cumbersome garment to wear,
Sometimes even more than I can bear.
Socrates said it, so there is no denying:
Philosophy is practice for death and dying.
But while I’m alive, I want to dance,
Go out like it’s my last chance
Being young and unencumbered.
My nights and breaths are numbered
My heart can only beat so fast
Our bodies just don’t last
Life is hard, and we can’t take it
So I won’t try to fake it
I won’t be still until I’m dead
I won’t be confined to my own head.
But with that being said
I don’t regret a thing I’ve read.