Lady Socrates

Philosophy and cloudy dreams, gentle through my mind like snow
After laying under the sunshine, even though it didn’t glow.
Let me patch your tragedies withouttherapy, just melodies.
Will you be my Socrates and time-lapse me with your history?

Another dream
Is what it seems.
It feels so real, yet make-believe.
In this drugged up place
I will find your face,
My friend; my Socrates.