The Fool worries

and wonders

having just recently

put his hat back on

after taking

a long love-path

through someone else's

attempts at self-propelsion

Now, with a baffled smirk

he thinks:

"I no longer

have to please

anyone

but myself."

Gobbling up

his dose of

awe-struck febrility

he thinks of all

the Judgements

which have been

piled on him

and all the ones

that will be pinned

to his lapel,

tomorrow and tomorrow.

"[...] always been sort of a pessimist [...] you don't have it in you [...] shut down emotionally again [...] you shoot everything down [...] you're stuck in your head [...] you rarely have an opinion on things and just do what I ask [...] you don't do anything on your own or for yourself [...] you pushed everyone away [...] you weigh me down [...] I know you'll always be around but I feel alone [...] you're an empty shell [...] you're unwilling to change [...] I'm dragging you behind [...] you don't have an internal drive [...] I need something you can't offer [...] you take our relationship for granted [...] I've wasted years being unhappy with you [...] you take everything so seriously [...] you over-interpret everything I say [...] you ask too many questions [...]"

He was a fool's Fool

trying to please

everybody

but himself

and failing

everyone

in the process.

Now, back to Foolhood,

he wants nothing

but laughter

and wonder

and caring

and fullness

yet he drags that around

everywhere

and why?

He's the Fool!

He should

make fun of it!

Deride it!

Put it down!

Forget it!

Turn away!

Look ahead!

Look around!

Look!

See!

It's all there!

And he has

no obligation

to please

anybody!

He answers to no one but himself.