Whos the Fool
I sometimes dread where i tread, maybe knowing you'll see,
for as i share my heart you can see more of me,
Isn't this always how it tends to be,
but how else do we intend to learn to see,
how else will we allow love to grow,
if we can't open ourselves up for love to show,,,
itself in a mighty way,
is it really about me or the words that i say,
what seems so foolish to others isn't foolish at all,
and to the ones who believe it is, this may be what you've felt all along,
boldness coming in packages you wouldn't expect,
and if never taken the chance you may have lived in regret,
of what could of been said that was placed on your heart,
even to the ones who thought those words weren't too smart,
Is this about you,,i go back and reread,
I'll take the I out and now instead will say "We",
knowing the whole time this isn't just about me,
but i will use myself sometimes as an example just to get to "We",
and in it if you happen to see foolishness unfold,
sometimes the fact is...i already know,
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