Fool of my Cloth

Look asunder,
fool of my cloth,
where the sea melts in fire,
beyond the horizon,
bend your eyes to reach,
with the dying paralyzed state of your mind,
and ask your saviour,
why he also fails to see,
nothing is eternal,
but a fool’s thought,
if it holds true,
it can stand the test of time,
and why than my dear friend,
do you try to bury yours,
under a cannon of misled believes.

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