​The Blissful Fool

Your laughter—music to my ears.

Your smile—the meal I’m peering.

Your attention—my delight,

for a fool like me.

You stopped to peek at my act in the street.

Ah, how fun to steal you for a second—

don’t you think?

I played my tricks, I spoke in jest.

And despite the gloom you carried,

I caught the sigh that slipped away,

your thoughts escaping—

and for a moment, you smiled with me again.

How was the play? Did you enjoy it?

Did you find the purpose in this moment?

Don’t answer—

your face confessed already:

that foolish smile you’ve always carried,

since you were a kid.

You see me fall,

see me acting foolish.

The jokes cut deep,

but you don’t notice.

Still—it feels good,

at least in the moment.

I hope my act was to your liking.

Don’t mind my sadness—

I know you like it,

to see me this way.

I can hear your thoughts—

“I can’t be doing worse than this.”

Oh stop, don’t make me laugh.

You make me flatter.

After all, I’ve already received

a piece of you that I wanted.

So carry on—enjoy the play.

I know, I’ll see you again.

And thanks for the coin you’ve shared.

I hope it was fair.