when will this old fool learn?
just a while ago the old fool called in desperation, the kind of desperation that emotion untamed brings, the fool called a brother. that brother is a gentle soul, one of the many best of friends. a brother that gives a hug and the hug is just a hug and it means nothing more than just that the brother cares.
when will this old fool learn?
just yesterday the old fool walked along the lake on a sunny promise of spring and returned today to find itself so very touched by all of another, and so very tempted to get itself so very entangled in another. the fool feels safe when that another is in turn entangled elsewhere as then there is no danger of their own entanglement. another, that other, is another open book.
when will this old fool learn?
just now the fool took action about on a promise of a few days. the action was overdue like many actions in this fool's cabinet are overdue. then the fool is reminded that it always forgets. this fool forgets, and this fool does not promise.
when will the old fool learn?
just today the fool confessed that now that the loneliness is gone, the desire is to be alone. these are the choices of the fool. in the confessions the fool never confesses, not all, not even in fiction does the fool confess. the fool never confesses. the fool is greedy for its own thoughts and the fool does not share.
this fool does not know.
