The fool is waiting
in subliminal pastures, everyday
like the unexpectant cattle grazing
in his own restrainedly amazing way
And he knows that if it is an illusion,
there is always a contradiction and a confusion
Can those promised measures of treasures
be just a tool of perseverance for a fool?
There can be surmise of paradise
They may only be timelines of ides in disguise
And if he believes he has a worthy cause,
he takes it despite his own loss
His blade may have bled alone
His effort may have only found stone
When he loses the battle,
he actually proves his own mettle
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