Remember we the death of young Socus:
We weep for courage often brings us tears.
And Socus, he had more than most of us.
Yet still he ran to doom chased by his fears.
So Socus then could not escape his fate.
Desire and speed could not preserve his soul.
To die the endless pattern did dictate.
And die he did, for he had no control.
The death of Socus might reflect our arts,
Synthetic mindful crafts to be defined.
But speech of spirit dwelling in our hearts
Must flow like rivers rushing, unconfined.
So let your heart and mind alone to drift,
And they will lead you to an artful gift.