The Fool

In many ways,

Do we wander.

We wander with thoughts,

We wander with feet

We wander with words

And we wander in our sleep.

In the eyes of many,

We wander to find the truth.

Yet for the fool

Wandering is our truth.

To be a fool,

We’ll sigh.

What a happy life.

For the fool

Seeks no answers

And they are easy

To satisfy.

But the fool may wander

In thoughts and in dreams,

And never remember

The purpose of

The journey they set out on.

Oh to be a fool,

Sure, that would be lovely.

But only the fool

Doesn’t realize

Their own stupidity.