The Fool

a room almost empty

a man on one knee

his youth gone to fast

just wanting to last

the sky on his shoulders

documents and folders

rules to follow life for life

no time to avoid the knive

no more light in his eyes

muffled sobs when he cry’s

a kid that grew up with time

no more light or sun to shine

the fool long dead

no time to dread

when life first shred

all he kept was his head.

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