Philosopher Kings

I've got to find my life some new writers
I've got to find a new scene
I'm tired of elected liars
I want philosopher kings
Oh I want some people to spar with
On every street corner mixed amongst the crazies and the loons
Sunday afternoons on my walks through the park
I listen for the wisest points of view
If it were up to me we would sort through all the conversation
And decide who is sane enough to rule
I've got to find my life some new writers
I've got to find a new scene
This one has expired
I want inspired dreams while I sit here awake or while I'm asleep
The place I'm in provides neither of those things
I want philosopher kings
And what we've been left with is a complete lack of sanity
Here amongst the growing Polly squawk
Is there anyone who will take into account who is really being harmed
By every decision or lack thereof?
I've got to find my life some new writers
I've got to find a new scene
I'm tired of elected liars
I want philosopher kings
And just because a person is first or often the loudest to speak
Oh, it doesn't always mean they know a damn thing
We want inspired dreams



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