The Fool

HAPPY APRIL'S FOOL

He thought he had it all  
wrapped snugly in his bag  
He carries all his belongings there  
His life the perfect drag  
 
He wanders restlessly  
through the day  
and sometimes through the night  
So no one, he feels  
can really see his plight  
 
Of not having a destination  
a place he calls his own  
He is the haphazard wanderer  
his heart it has no home  
 
And what he actually carries  
no one can really see  
he is the ultimate magician  
as he teeters toward the edge  
his poor dog tries to save him  
as he leans out on the ledge  
 
His arms outstretched as wings  
he looks out across the land  
as far as he can see  
he bows his head against the wind  
and sets his spirit free  
 
You never actually see him fall  
he just disappears from the cliff  
Silently drifting all his cares away  
As he falls into earths jewel  
the last thought that enters his heart  
He was nobodies fool.