I am the Fool; that is guaranteed
Always entertaining with jest
Idle with derisible folly indeed!
Yet all they see is my tainted disguise
Covering my mind and my thoughts
All but I left hopelessly unapprised
Quick to think yet careful to not offend
Perhaps none know what I can observe
But only know what I can pretend
All they hear is the strum of the guitar
As I watch the madness that unfolds
So close now yet seeming so very far
I see all yet I’m seen by naught
Perhaps they’d see past my feigning
If arose a pursuit of thorough thought
For so much time we all do have at present
To just sit a while and thoroughly think
And relish in the idle follies left unspent
The desires of the lovesick count
The jealousy of the countess’s cunning maid
To mere impetuosity it will all amount
But the quirks of each player in this game
Or the pieces of this frivolous puzzle
Will, regardless of persuasion, stay the same
And the player unheard and alone is me
For I am the jester, the joker, the fool
And to them, that is all I will ever be