The Fool's Dream

 And what is left for man but to gaze on his own countenance;

 To glory in himself. Is it not all his own invention at the last?

 He marvels endlessly at his creation, all glittering

 Future eternal and phantasm of the past.

 For tis' better to not see that darkness that lies beyond

 Let the sun illumine on and on!

 Let me clasp the hand that reaches for mine;

 And view the world with boundless joy

 Let me run in fields, vagabond and shore up time

 Lest the madness of merciless truth should dawn.

 

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Some people find truth and access to how life truly functions through masturbation and/or intense self introspection.

I own an exotic cat named Dennis. It's very clear that he understands existence in a different way.... but more importantly... it's never not the same exact thing, inherently. (i own less fur and don't lick my own be whole on the regular)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A well written and flowing rhyming poem with a sage point to make. Not sure tis foolish though to avoid thoughts of our own mortality?

[Alan B.]

Thanks for reading and commenting, John. Yes, you could say it's foolish to avoid such thoughts, though that's not necessarily what's being avoided in the poem.