Wish I were a philosopher
wish I were satisfied
with a small yellow beetle
flying high in the Sky.
with diamond stars, fluffy clouds,
soft grass lying beneath.
with air that kisses my forehead
friends standing near.
don't want to anger my Father.
there is fresh fish on my table.
My spoon is not made of silver.
But I am provided with shelter.
I am not the best of his shepherds.
my thoughts may be dark and sinful.
devil tempts me with evil.
I am weak,
I am mortal.
Wish I were a philosopher
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