The Fool

An odd figure
Ancient, wondrous
Needs its vigour
To work his way yonder
Where his gladness
Becomes sadness
When his madness takes control
In this world where the starts are ends
All chances are nothing but trends
Where hazard rules, he is the world
He is The Fool
Wears a look of innocence
The energy is into motion
Following his inner sense
His north will be providence
Takes a walk
Starting off his journey
Always forward looking
For his freedom
He takes the life
As a gladless tourney
That he must confront
By going on and on
In this world where the starts are ends…