Accuse me!

Accuse me of corrupting the mind of the young but I'm just like a helpless Socrates who cannot stop myself from thinking and questioning things... The difference is I don't voice it all... It was, however, killing me at times... Why should I control myself from being a simple gadfly trying to wake the mare from its deep sleep and illusions...

And if God would forbade me to use the only weapon I have to change the world and seek things to work out for all of us, I'd rather die...

He knows and only He knows my stand... No one else do... I remain here flashing thoughts in my playful mind... I know, they can never be enough to change the whole world but they may possibly suffice to change the things around me... If not, they can still change myself...

Should I live in the cowardice of a yesterday come and gone?
My answer is a big no or else I'll flank my self because no one else will realize the reality of things...

I'm not saying that I know everything... I know nothing and yet I try to understand... Accuse me of many things... Accuse me of all the crimes in the world... Accuse me and I know God who is the Truth in Himself will free me at the end of them all...