I can't think
Not anymore
Or at least not in peace
I'm watched
And monitored
And judged
And I don't like the verdict

I have sacrificed my sanity
My last shred of hope
I tried to be a guardian
But was cast aside
And run over
And left a pauper

I walk the roads
I speak with those who will listen
Never preaching
Just speaking
Some laugh
Some glance away
But they hear me
Whether or not they like what I have to say

I have few who follow me
Fewer who know my true nature
None who understand me
I am cursed as philosopher
Cursed as wanderer
But I will continue in hope that I will one day make a difference
Will you listen?