The Fool on A Stool

Can a man with no name find his calling

Can a chained man explore the freedom even if the chains is all he has

Can a man taste a sense of shame even if he's full of ego

Can a man with nothing to tell compose the act for a tale

How could a man with trembling legs stand so tall

How could a man with a shakened back have the shoulders that withstand his downfall

How could a man with storms in his head has plains in his face

How could a man who akin to mess deeply understand the touch of grace

As if the shackles are strong enough to halt his start but weak enough to grasp his heart

As if his weakness is the strength to be able to step on hell and carry the heaven

As if his mind is a peak that no one could ever reach, a mountain range that no one is brave enough to approach

As if he's afraid to forge yet letting his breath to ride the flow to growth

He's not feeding his ego

He's enslaved by it

He's not revealing his shame

He's stripped by it

Leaving him with only himself and the idea of freedom in creating

--Ulrich Bahn, 24/4/2024

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