The Fool
Uncertainty haunts me every time it gets a chance.
Creeping around in my mind, waiting on circumstance.
When it does attack, it never comes alone.
Doubt and misery waste no time making themselves at home.
If I could make my mind be quiet, maybe they will go away.
But any sign of disorder, and they will most definatly stay.
They are easy to ignore; until they start tripping around
and playing tricks on my mind.
Just for laughs they convince me to look for things
that I will never find.
Well this time the joke is on them...I know just what to do.
I will tell the man that loves me what they've done.
Then we'll see who's a fool.
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