A Slightly Squeaky Doctor

When I was walking down the corridor once, Thinking about school philosophy and rationale, I was stopped by the school doctor dead; He wanted to know why I was being so personal, So contemplative, introspective and distant, In a community which challenged and enthused me, To never be in any way off my head. I told him I was thinking about nature and school, And he replied to me with speed that I was not, So I answered that it was philosophy that I had got; He relinquished that I was fine all the same, Since it was school that I was thinking of anyway, So I retorted straight “What do you mean? - That I had been reading philosophy lean. So we had a conversation about philosophy, But I can't remember what was said, But I found him more appropriate in the days ahead, When he talked to me with his essence, And not just with his mind or presence: He told me he was interested in my spheres, And so I asked him about the problem with my head.