Left Footed Fool

Best not to encounter alive if all that is wanted, is prediction and then again, better to survive and so survival become an addiction Best not to take the footfall of chance unless the foot-fool should to a cliff edge waltz but easier to jerk in predestine to the mastermind of puppet strings Keep then the complicity for dormant in remorse shall return it’s hollow knife and with regrets will then abide by life And if by sandcastles turn to dust this precious debauch of purpose upon its death bed lead to meaningless give no recourse to the utterance of hope For intractable fear brought this impasse and to its prison bonded and by afraid of life itself all the promise of alive, has ended Better then not to encounter dreams nor wake their love from them but in the shadows best to remain and never strive to achieve their meaning When survival is the cost of living Never look to deep, but linger on the pool of resolutions edge cling to the strings of the marionette easier it is to purchase delusion than to balance the cost of disillusion Hold fast to obligation and with dictatorial mouthpiece explain the anguish of being human Take all that desperate grip and hold on better it is to survive unless being alive becomes an addiction