the fool

Fools will rise and stand up tall
Baring necks to the axe’s fall
The bigger fool will keep waiting
Long after the crowd has gone

Doggedly he’ll forge his fate
And sharpen the blade too
He’ll build the stage and stand on it
Begging for the final blow

And when it comes he’ll dance and sing
Until the numbness subsides
And when he feels the rising sting
As his being is cast aside

He’ll see what a dupe he’s been
Thinking he had center stage
While playing but in a side show act
Alone in his cage


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