Fool #2?

In the night I write;

In the day I dream.

Not so shallow as I seem.

On a stream of words my soul will ride:

Beyond the walls,

The roof,

the yard outside.

Time, and time, and time again;

They try to teach me: foe and friend.

I don’t listen, or I can’t see;

The path that’s clearly best for me.

For the good of all, to them it seems:

You align yourself with generic dreams.

They will gently lead me to their rut:

Eyes wide open;

mind tight shut.

Cars to wash, lawns to mow;

Rush through life!

Do nothing slow!

But…wait……really? Really?

Can’t you see?

That’s not the way it has to be!

It is our right, our life,

We can transcend:

Time, misfortune,

And rules of men.

My plea is lost, every word;

To thunderous progress of the herd.

We fall in line, or else we lose.

Just dirt beneath the trampling shoes.

On the surface, clearly, I am a fool.

I shake, I stare, and sometimes drool.

But, Come! Come! Read! You’ll see.

Take my words and set them free.

Sure. I am a fool, a fool I’ll be.

But, will you be a fool with me?