I'm no Socrates

I'm so tired of answers
that arrive dressed up like questions:
oh, for those simpler days,
yes, back in the daze,
when I was mostly looking
for my own purple haze;
that's a memory that I adore:
when I didn't know exactly
what it was that I wanted,
only that I knew that
I wanted more;
I'm no Socrates,
more like a modern-day Crito,
rather run than joust with a shadow;
rather be the bow
and not the arrow.

January 24, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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