Philosophical Dread

Oh the strange world of philosophy,

It makes you think of things you never thought might exist.

And now my head is spinning just thinking of the smell of you.

Now the clock is running and the details are coming,

My head is turning just to hear your fuming.

Searching for details which you love to spit out.

Could be an achievement when I’ll be in some bout.

Oh philosophy, why are these things happening,

Why am I so interested in the things you are doing?

Why are you searching for things which are unseen?

 But it’s only you my dear who can do this without sin.

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