January 12, 2022

Fool

I am constantly, continually, fooled

the way seems so solid, so secure

yet turns to dust beneath my step

crumbles to undependable fragility

just as I begin to trust my life to it

I am catapulted into the maelstrom

I am tossed and tumbled into trouble

unsure of any certain stable ground

on which I can be sure I will stand