
Foolish King
The tapping of feet can be heard,
all in the footsteps of my words;
perhaps running away-
perhaps keeping close behind-
I am that "perhaps";
The man who sees,
the man who is blind.
With a fiddle and a wink-
I smile wide,
with teeth bared wide,
From you I cannot hide.
For I long too much to sing,
that I may breathe,
I may live,
I am the Fool Who Is King.