such a fool I was
such a foolishy foolish fool
I often wonder just how many minutes I have not spent as a fool
Or The Fool
A fool such as I
Even now, as I imagine someone reading these words, I feel particularly foolish
And it’s not anything I can explain
It’s not anything I even feel like explaining
It just is
That’s how it just is
It’s not as if I can’t help it. Whatever ‘it’ is. I’ve never been particularly helpful to ‘it’
It doesn’t think it matters. But I tell it it matters. It matters a lot. To me it matters a great deal. I try to tell it to it al. of the time. But it seems like it never listens.
It has grown tiresome to me.
The Lost Pedestrian 