The Philosopher's Conundrum

Our early morning conversations;
These, our spells, our incantations
Our verbal, mental recreations.

All the things that've been and done,
There's no more conflict, we have won!
The race is no longer ours to run.

Through all the paths that we have wandered
Nothing is left to be pondered.
Goals are to be achieved, Dreams to be conquered.

Author's Note

This is dedicated to conversations out on the porch every morning til 4 or 5. This is dedicated to enlightenment. This is dedicated to a friend closer than a twin brother. This is dedicated to D.B. Yaws.
Written July 17th, 2005.

Reviews

[Jason Ellis]

The only issue is you put "things" twice in the first line of the second stanza.
Other than that minor flaw, this was perfection.

I love the flow and the rhyme scheme.
I love the whole thing.
Amazing writing, man.
It brought back happy memories for me.

[Sasha]

Aww, your bromance is touching. Lol. I'm kidding, but I do love the incredibly serious tone in the way you described loving your early morning porch conversations. The second line was a really nice touch and grabbed my attention. I like it.