So is it I?

So is it I? The jester who never knows best What rest can I receive within this hall? To now recall it would be foolish, All the churls about me drooling Can the company survive? Sometimes it’s good to be wanted Dead or alive. Simple, there’s the key And whose Philosophy might that be? This world is so complex; if I could give it all away And slip into some darker age to live Yes! That’s the life I’d live today. But every shade of gray that stands between The black and white which screens us Comes between us, can’t redeem us Boiling turmoil must ensue, and so I give my reason why I don’t Give a damn when it’s due. I’ve seen that there is no such thing as Fate No Gates of Hell await me for any one event Only such hells as through me become spent And if there is an afterlife in which we dwell And get what we deserve, I wish to see it And come back for show and tell. Mark Burton Thursday, March 17, 2005, about 6 P.M.