The Young Impetuous Fool

The Young Impetuous Fool

I live in a house of stone
The roof is long away
The walls still stand
The ground around is firm
The rain falls in
Refreshes me
But I don't worry
For my stone-built house
Protects me
From myself
That's all

My house and my heart
Together in the fields
The same, and yet the one
Protects the other
While the other not the one

I am far away
From what I thought I knew
From what I was, and where my house once stood
But that was then
And this is now
And no longer do I overlap
The thoughts of houses, hearts and truth

Instead I cry the bitter tears
Of a young impetuous fool
Of stifled hopelessness
It means nothing to me

End