The Fool

An odd figure

bails and wanders

needs its vigour

to work his way yonder.

Where his gladness

becomes sadness,

when his madness takes control

In this world where the starts are ends,

all chances are nothing but trends.

Where hazard rules, he is the world,

he is The Fool.

Wears a look of innocence

the energy is into motion

following his inner sense

his north will be providence.

Takes a walk

starting off his journey

Always forward looking

for his freedom.

He takes the life

as a gladless tourney

that he must confront

by going on and on.

In this world where the starts are ends...