My philosophical bent

Book 43 Page 10

When someone dies I philosophize.

I’ll come up with theories and explanations.

I’ll philosophy about where they went

and ‘life’s death manifestations’.

And ‘on and on’ I go like this,

in this philosophical way.

Trying to figure out everything,

trying to color the grays.

And yet all the time I know deep down “I’m failing!”

For I philosophize; “yes mind has limitations too.”

But I think to myself; “there must be an explanation

and something that is true!?”

And seldom do ‘I’ … ‘just feel,’

or just … ‘let it all be’.

That’s not the philosopher’s way you see,

and that not really ‘me’.

And so I apply my big / little brain.

I try to figure out the ‘science.’

Even though life has its mysteries

and unresolved … phenomenological giants.

And at times I become exhausted,

my brain goes into overdrive.

And it’s then that I think to myself

“O why - O why, … O why O why!?”

But the philosopher’s mind is obsessive,

in making life ‘all make sense’.

Other wise we tend to feel a little confused

and all so … kind of tense.

And I’m sure I’m not the only one

with this ‘philosophical style.’

Trying to figure out life with ‘thought’ ... thought and more thought

until bursting out in ‘brain piles.’

And yes … life can surely be a pain, a pain in the ass at times,

O why can’t it just be plain!?

But life can be even more complicated

when it all must be all explained.