Foolish me.

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I’m wise enough
to know when I’m foolish.
Dancing to the melody of ignorance,
my foolishness is committed
to the slurring notes.

Staccato here,
legato there,
the lyrics become secondary.

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It will tell me the truth,
the foolishness in me
cares less about.

But the conductor is kind.
He mutes the music and
lets the lyrics speak.

I can’t escape
the warning now.

I’m wise enough
to know when I’m foolish.

And today
is another lucky day.