Nefelibata- The rants of a cloud-walker

The Wish Of A Jester

I smeared the lifeless ashes of my past,
On my golden facade of sensible nonsense.
I danced around the long withered bud,
Aching and crying for a blossom to bud.

Was it longing or greed cloaked in want,
Hiding and seeking; a constant rant.
The wonder in seeking permanence,
In this illusionary temporary world.

I mused it for a second, sitting awake,
When what I love wandered astray.
I sweat for the temporary salutations,
That smokes away with my last breathe.

The logs of wood I axed for my house,
Burned to lend me the warmth I lost.
I am anything but a 'body' after I leave.
Then why do I run and smile for nothing?

An invisible noose around my neck,
Had fondled my skin; since my birth.
The illusory freedom of choice to run,
Had blinded my sense to check its length.

Drunk by the life filling my lungs,
I ignored the tightening around my neck.
Was the creator so lonely? In need of love,
Giving us flesh and a heart that feels.

A group of jesters to entertain his mood,
To fire and hire as he wished,
Yet the speciality of our existence,
Breathes in the sharing we do.

Be it thrilling short or tiring long,
Or, tiring short or thrilling; long,
The gift of life is a wonder and curse,
Although I die; I wish to retire with a smile.

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Insane enough to sound sane 😶