I’m a fool and everybody knows it, bowing low before the
king and queen, unseen, shielded by the laughter I cause (not always my
intent), a dreamer within a dream I can’t escape, each laugh like the lash of a
whip on my back, feeling the pain even when I pretend not to, still an
unlearned child pretending to be a man, scorched by the gaze of those who see
through it all, a fool always has his use, even when I ache to become the hero.
Love is a garland they put around my neck, heavy as an
albatross, keeping me on my knees. I dare not look up, the laughter of others (especially
hers) at a fool who wants to be king
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