The Puppet Philosopher (Poem)

(Inspired song)

I am controlled by the constant need to be productive,

Socially unengaged at all, but on the net I can still remain active.

This isn't a game of win or lose, for me its life or death,

What else do I have to live for, for there is no other worthy path?

You might think it's unnecessary,

When one can live in hedonistic apathy;

But it's unacceptable,

Unproductive,

Unforgiveable,

Non-contributive!

And absolutely, probable,

Hence, I want to avoid it and to become,

A puppet philosopher!

There is no hope left, for me,

Not in friends nor in family.

My desire for greater hope now ends...

When I submit to my chosen destiny.

Followers, or haters.

It doesn't really matter.

You are all my, dear readers,

Of my article empire.

As I confess my despair,

You might realize that I have no choice,

But to write philosophy,

As long as I can breathe the earthly air!

So…

I'm now a puppet philosopher!

(He's a puppet philosopher)

And I live inside a computer.

(He's a puppet philosopher…

He just wants to show his care!)

And so, for me, it's a necessary cry,

To try being relevant, after the day I die.

I'm a puppet philosopher,

And I'm writing, in my eternal solitude!

(You see, we too have a plan, for this person over here.

So now that I, Minerva, is truly in control... Get to work!)

People used to belittle me due to my eccentricity,

But things have began to change, when I practiced philosophy.

Many began reading me, from the U.S to Japan,

And then I realized, that indeed, being relevant is something I can!

I'm a puppet philosopher!

(He's a puppet philosopher!)

And I live inside a computer.

(He's a puppet philosopher!

He just wants to show his care!)

I'm a puppet philosopher,

Death, is, but, a, shield.

(He's a solitary philosopher,

But to contribute, is still something he needs!)

Why do you think there is any hope, to see,

When nothing else I can gladly foresee?

Because if I breathe, I still have the chance,

To sound my share, and nothing else!

And now that I might still live, I will tend to my strings;

It is a certain work, no matter what the tomorrow day might bring!

I'm a puppet philosopher,

I cannot help but lose.

(He's a puppet philosopher,

He doesn't believe that he can, differently to choose!)

I'm a puppet philosopher,

I lost my liberty when this I've internalized:

That I'm a puppet philosopher,

Who is only here…

To…

Expand, with little,

Fear.