Maybe these filtered walls
meant fooling white wisdom
of mind emptiness, only filling
never deeper than their freedom;
though what complaining's validity,
why complain in all's agony;
fools expected be at rising
for in truth is melancholy;
but valid now's the fool
by expecting reality;
be in constant pacing motion
within fools' sobriety;
but never will the wisdom
merely sober, never foolish
only wishing really endings
but truth of endings--soonest;
maybe living's meant changes,
meant never change the fool
for whatever fools be changing
changes never--not their rules;
in nonsensical stereotype,
be whatever speaks the wisdom
teaches never--not the snob
'least the fool: "here's the kingdom!"
may this playful reality
quit triggering what's foolish,
for needed so's the constant
pacing life of some soul-less;
the bright-beholders as well,
the future makers of destiny
shall live, though impaired of truth
maybe of foolish reality.
