Thursday, October 08, 2015

The fool's folly

There are days like today when words seem to come from someplace else.
He reads and worries that the words are from a well that is deep and damaged.
Untrue and unfounded
I argue
Because these words are not mine
They don’t belong to me
I am but a tool

The fool is someone else.

And a fool’s folly
Is in waiting for the inevitable to happen
To hope against hope
For a way to stop it

Because the fool’s heart
Believes in miracles
And sometimes
A fool’s prayers
Can turn the world upside down

And the tool’s destiny
Is to watch the inevitable destruction
And write words, deep and damaged

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