Poetry

I am a fool

I am a fool

Who has lost his use of his tools

I am a fool

Who fills a glass of drool for good sleep

I am a fool

Who thinks unnecessarily deep

I am a fool

Who has lost touch of the reaped and the sown

I am a fool

Who has be shown himself

I am a fool

Who wishes to wander the woods like an elf

I am a fool

Who wonders why we ponder ourself

I am a fool

Who wishes we would win wonders

I am a fool

Who wonders why we don't always get to win

I am a fool

Who wants to wind down and call it fin

I am a fool

Who wishes to go to the deep end

I am a fool

Who wishes to stop playing pretend

I am a fool

Who wants to be a good friend

I am a fool

Who thinks that this is the end

I am a fool

Who thinks that this is the beginning

I am a fool

Who thinks

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