A Fool I've been
walking behind visions
cringing from derision
seeking solace from a merry Moon
too soon gone old
Checking back on follies
sticking pins in pain -- jolly?
no, morose, cold, unlovely crone
Have my wanderings grown
no happy harvest, no cozy home?
Snuggling into punishing remorse
"You knew you should have run a better course!"
"You know you deserve to be alone."
Is that true? Am I the Fool careening
down the precipice,
broken, no meaning;
is this my hapless fate?
Or my self-hate insisting I mistake
a journey for a goal?
A Fool can be a cherished, merry soul
dancing the golden mountain trail
reveling in freezing rain and snow
tasting the bite without bitterness
This I know