Life is wonder, never fooly grasped,

But foolishly handled.

Yea, I am the Fool.

A Fool who desires so much, but when achieved it seems so little.

A Fool who searches for answers in a resolved Riddle.

A Fool for understanding I am.

To be understood,

And not have to worry about what lies underneath the hood,

Of these complex inner retaliations,

My heart feels a Fool for the desire of a long lasting 24/7 Vacation.

A Fool for trust I am,

How many will sit at the 2 legged table,

Unstable, whom will hold this,

Fooly Formidable Fool’s Hand?

To trust that the sauce and cheese wont fall off the crust,

Or those windows reflecting my soul will stay beyond dawn and dusk.

Don’t scratch the perfect Soul I see here oh life with your resentful storms of dust.

Don’t reflect me as a bust, but rather in the reflection I see a mutually shared lust, no feeling of a blur.

In the heat, we gain the ability to be secure.

A Fool for Vulnerability, most definitely I am.

I loathe the day I don’t have a plan, yet something was already planned.

My mental wall compromised while heart beats synchronize.

No more denial, second Fools a life time, prevailing harmony.

It was worth the while, to hear the heart beats,

Rhyme in symphony;

Earning that Luminant smile.

Yea, A Fool I am.

The Fool who took and burdened the risk,

But now bears the reward.

I’m a Fool for Love, one of many. Aren’t we all?

All the Ordinaries don’t know how nice,

It is to the stars above.

I live a Fool Life,

This life is as a slim fit; a glistening tearing glove,

As this life Full ‘o Fools itself amongst,

A Fool for lust n’ its Love.

Am I Fool?

Fool, I am.