Fool

      Several days ago I posted a blog piece in which I posed a question.  On that day and in that place, I thought it was both a thought proving and possible action invoking question.  Now I think it was a foolish question.

   Let's think about fools.  I realize that the standard definition of a fool is a stupid or silly person, a person who lacks judgment or common sense.  You can also be said to be a fool (a dancing fool?) when you are very enthusiastic about something.  Somewhere I have seen a fool defined as a weak minded or idiotic person.  I don't think I am any of those but I do think that I am cynical and jaded.  My cynicism hides behind one of a thousand masks I wear and that day?  That morning when I felt that piece and then wrote that piece?  That morning I was playing the fool.  I didn't decide that I was playing the fool until the evening when I recognized the song that would NOT leave my head all day:

Day after day, alone on a hill,
The man with a foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he`s just a fool,
And he never gives an answer.
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.

Well on the way, head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appears to make
And he never seems to notice
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.

And nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.

He never listens to them
He knows that they`re the fools.
They don`t like him
The fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.