Bear witness the fool, the unknowing, the unwise, masquerading before the masses, his smile, his disguise, not a soul knows his pain, not a soul sees his shame, he yearns for your smile, yet he knows not your name
Bear witness the Queen, high and mighty upon her throne, adored by the masses, yet her heart all alone, mesmerized by the Jester, his soul purpose her grin, her love of the fool tortures her from within
Bear witness the King, bold and strong like no other, unable to trust, not even his brother, he tosses and turns, unable to rest, he envies the fool, what a weight on his chest
Bear witness the masses, nameless faces in a crowd, not one hears the other, their laughter too loud, all wishing to be noticed by kings and by queens, we all wish to be fools, except the fool it seems.



