The Price of Wisdom

Wisdom is hard to earn

The name of the currency

Is your life

Is your hope

That is hard to handle

This is not what I dreamed of

But this is my destiny

To pay a price

So high

That I will never make it

In the real world

That is the price of being

Called “Wise”

The Price of Life

Every true freedom

Has it’s own price

You enjoy only

To suffer retribution

But the sweetness is

Greater than it’s bitter

Fruit and in vain

We repeat out of urge

And desire for life

Until finally the seeds grow

And the strife is over

We watch the sun and

Know that now is time

To die