Where the man himself has gone, do not follow
For the actions and words are tangled, and hardly conform.
Through devoted study of this Philosofigure
I have found, to my delight
Things that bind we two together
An advisor, wordsmith, thinker
whose visions strangely coincide
Though what keeps us apart
is that his Fate is stained and sealed,
while my slate is clean
and lies in wait.
I hear the choruses sing,
their voices high as if to warn,
'Take care on your journey, keep up your guard,
Ambition is ready to trap!'
'Careful I'll be,' I call back
'Nature and Reason are by my side.'
But well aware I am
that virtue is proven by action
Not by empty promises, prose or aimless preachings.
And if all goes according to Logos
I would have tread the path he has shown,
Let nothing tarnish my soul
And looked Death tranquilly in the eye.
