Obviously.. Then What?

A wise man once was,
Who knew a lot about a lot,
He was a man without a cause,
All he had were his thoughts.

His thoughts were wise
But apparent as sunlight,
And that was his demise,
For what he knew as wrong and right.

He expected everyone to know,
But little did he realise,
That some would just show,
They knew just to penalise.

Others for their wrong acts,
Not for their belief in good,
Just to be saintly and talk back,
And maybe get ahead if they could.

He was too wise for his age,
Too much power, in just two hands,
He realised the simplicity in a man's rage,
In a child's smile, a woman's dance,

In a teacher's words and a birds' chirp,
He started to see the reason of being,
That reasons to be are in dearth,
And there are no reasons to be,

Because to do is to be and to be is to do,
One said by Socrates, the other Plato,
Just proves once again what he already knew,
is the truth and it doesn't have to be propounded by NATO.