Letter to Socrates

I wondered in the wilderness,

lovely as a cloud. Independent,

largely, self-sufficient, yeah!

Untouchable and free, enough.

Deaf, dumb and blind

I transcend.

I am fluid, gas and air!

Untouchable.

Your word, oh great Cynic

has been much abused,

debased and undignified.

Who cares, for wealth and fame?

Know thyself!