The fool

Head full of wishes, you plunge into life
Bloody fangs, dirty paws, you gotta have it all
(flings, things, glitters, bling-blings)
But loneliness is bottomless, the well’s not even wet.
You hop from dream to dream, disappointment faint,
the question’s unsolved, the resolve drained.
Until one day you stop dead
In the midst of living
your slow death
and decide to do better
not for the futures you don’t have,
nor for the pasts those futures must redeem
but for this singly present self
- which is… a fool?
- and pure of heart,
and want not a tiny thing,
(surely no bling-bling!)
and is just what it is, whatever that may be.
So be it then, you see,

For it you will die
and finally learn to live
the only life you can live.