The Lonesome Philosopher

I believe I may have written this after my own self. I'm not sure what clarity it may bring, for I do not yet know myself.

I am a closed system

Broken and bleeding at the ends

Where I sought to break the cycle

On which my whole life depends

Burn off the cancer

Which binds to my soul

That hinders the organ

And takes a heavy toll

Let me live in days lonesome

In years long past by

For there I shall whither

And weep until I die

May I understand trial

And love those that I have met

Knowing some love to be certain

But have nothing to beget

And may I know what I have sought

And gain that certain philosophy

Being a wanton old man

Who wished to live impossibly

When my day does come

May you shed tears for me not

For I am the lone wanderer

For no glory have I bought

Author's Note

I didn't necessarily have a point in making this, but it was interesting to me nonetheless.