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

Baseless

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

And

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