Philosophical Hubris

Once, I imagined myself a philosopher of modern times,

sitting on a park bench, thinking about a question.

"Is it better to be nobody, I pondered, and help somebody,

than to be somebody and help nobody?"

A smirk climbed onto my face, and I could feel

a bleached beard grow with unfaltering wisdom.

Nobody and somebody, their meanings altering

in different lines, similarly to the meaning of

my own life, changing from year to year.

Wow, I'm good.