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why I am fool
In folly's grip, the fool doth tread,
Through life's maze, with steps misled.
His struggles, like a comic play,
In hapless scenes, he finds his way.
With jests and japes, he tries to cope,
Yet burdened still with unwise hope.
Each stumble marked by laughter's sting,
As folly's song the fool doth sing.
Though mocked and scorned, he carries on,
In search of wisdom, now long gone.
Yet in his quest, a truth he finds,
That folly's chains can bind the minds.
So let us not in judgment gaze,
But empathize with folly's maze.
For in the struggle of the fool,
We glimpse reflections of our rule.
© zuma
Through life's maze, with steps misled.
His struggles, like a comic play,
In hapless scenes, he finds his way.
With jests and japes, he tries to cope,
Yet burdened still with unwise hope.
Each stumble marked by laughter's sting,
As folly's song the fool doth sing.
Though mocked and scorned, he carries on,
In search of wisdom, now long gone.
Yet in his quest, a truth he finds,
That folly's chains can bind the minds.
So let us not in judgment gaze,
But empathize with folly's maze.
For in the struggle of the fool,
We glimpse reflections of our rule.
© zuma
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