Fool

a dominating aura
nebulous yet fully accepted
an engagement of preoccupation
the obsession of complete will
i've taken the hand
once held tight now found eased
the grip of faith less healed
a procurement laid to rest
the joker of time, love, and life
laughs the insidious disease of temptations
the falsehood of hopes and dreams
in a buried heap of crushed enthusiasm
lies triumphant and pointing its dagger at want
my will, my life, no longer felt my own
to stay the path a heart to diminish
a mind to take control
the exact opposite of my dealings
the undoing of my internal proclivities
fallen from love in multiple blows
i stagger for handholds no longer there
blind in my possession of truth
a truth i refuse to accept
my stubbornness diluting my reasoning
reality beats back the fantasy
the driving force of my existence
the stupidity of my foolish essence
destitute, i still live through hope
i still dream
i still play the fool


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