What Kind of Fool Am I?
You are built of everything you know, the sum total of your experiences - or how your have remembered them - and all the contextual information you have gathered from the observations that you make of those around you. And here you are.
Your limitations are self-set uncertainties stopping you from taking risks and following feeling to explore new things.
The perception you have of who you are and what you are capable of is clouded by your own fears, biases and the attitude with which others have confronted you, when you have tried to share with them who you believe yourself to be.
They are not the oracles of your truth.
This time wasting, it doesn’t help the alleviation of despair. You know enough of what it is you want to do - enough of who you believe yourself to be - enough of what you have to do to get closer to it.
So, why do you choose to play the fool?
We are raised princesses,
And if we don’t fit the mould
It’s miserable.
We blame ourselves,
We see how it makes sense.
Who would choose us?
Where should we hide?
Why should we have voices?
What hope is there to be anything close to who we were meant to be?
Have anything we were taught to expect?
Our bodies are hideous,
They hide such active minds,
Our frustrations are muted with defeat.
Set up for dissatisfaction.
What if we were to define our own joy?
But where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns,
Don’t worry, she’s here.