I would appreciate some feedback on this. Still a work in progress, not sure if it's too wordy, or how it flows (sometimes hard to judge your own work that way). Suggestions welcome Dead Man Walking If someone were to show me the way, would I recognize it as my own? Or would I scoff and turn my back continue on my search, alone? And if the light shone from above would it also shine within? And could I smile and rest my head and feel at home in my own skin? Would I be wise enought to know, when fate comes calling at the door, that for me the time has come to leave behind this lonesome shore Or might I hide, a scarlet fool and wait in silent screaming fear For my apparent doom to pass Then stumble through another year? Are fools made wise through endless folly? I've heard it spoken, that such is true But would they know that they were cured Or might they still live lives askew? Can light be found in this dark tunnel? Can wisdom shine through senseless talking? And can we fathom all it means? Or are we all just dead men walking?
The most blessed attribute of the f00l is his silence. Yet whether he is dumbstruck by awe, or keeping a vigil of wickedness, or simply ignorant... one never can tell.
