An unexamined life is quickly gone, Like shadows fading in the early dawn. I hate the man who speaks a hollow lie, While holding truth behind a hidden eye. Experience will teach the patient hand, And guide the weary feet across the land. The fault is not within the distant star, We shape our fate and make us what we are. Who leaves the crown will serve a lesser king, And lose the power that his choices bring. The strength belongs to those who think they can, Belief alone creates the able man. We are not beasts that crawl upon the earth, But seekers of a truth of greater worth. The highest gift is freedom of the will, To choose the path, and let the soul be still.
