Fool on the Hill

Waves of history inside dusty
Shelves of deceiving the self
Dancing the dance of the time
In some very tiny space

Until feeling once again
After brawling and “compete”
A little “foolish” inside
Knowing sense shall be complete

Yelling in nets to “defend”
A capital they don’t have
Their possession is pretence
And it’s a very strong one

Looking down from “upper” morals
Some good will we don´t know yet
Their possession is self-cheating
They´ll give their “lives” to preserve

Don´t take away from your hands
What you think you are holding up
Unless for something else greater
But what it is
And Who is up?

Discovering that the mirror
Outside, making him despising
It’s just what he carries on
Sinking while thinking it’s raising

Getting high on lust and greed
Wasted on empty words of pride
Booze´s seemingly a better option
But we shall go to real heights

Don´t take away from the hands
What they think they’re holding up
Unless in order to seek
The real hand
Who´s on and up