The Fool

How long will this sleepless life last? Iv'e been going down the wrong way on this road, and I grow weary inside my soul. Gone are all of the lives I have lived, and yet all this time I am still unwise, Because i have never known the truth. {So maybe then I am the fool, and i know my foolishness. They may call me wise, but indeed I am the fool.} All this traveling I go, from birth to now. I have not found myself a friend Neither equal nor better than me. The righteous ones, with all their nobleness are all lost by their own religion. So I shall resolute to walk alone. I have lost you daughter. I have lost my wealth. And all that I claim. But how can I call this mine own? I can't even call myself mine own. {So maybe I am the fool, and I know my foolishness. They may call me wise, but indeed I am the fool.} They say it is unwise to do things that may bring regret, but the effect of nothing requires no repetance. But instead I bring suffering to myself and with a tearfull face , I weep. So, I wont quiet until I fill my own grief . I'll continue this evil deed untill I learn from a wise man, for I am unwise, in my own eyes. {So maybe I am the fool, and I know my foolishness. They may call me wise, but indeed I am the fool.}