My Own April Fools Day
In bygone day’s I had a mantra of sort
A ship sail worthy of a deport
I was two fools for a moment
My life’s significant opponents
I was both a daft baboon
and a feather headed loon.
As an errant actress
Distracted with much practice
On the stage of my life
Mostly a mindset of strife
The figment of my imagination
Saw scorn and damnation
My gaze wandered this then that way
And then my fears began to play
As my ego peered into the audience
I did seek bravado so glorious
Where was that mastermind
Designed and refined
That certainly was not me
Old patterns I couldn’t see
I wished to enlighten my mind
Gain awareness of some kind
My courage I plucked away
It’s time spent I can not repay
My successes were tucked
Into my closet they were stuck
Thus a crime against myself
Putting my greatness on a shelf
Always prisoner of martyrdom stories
Caught up in fear and worries
My hands grasped blindly
At nothing that worked kindly
My life played a guileful game
The consequences were the same
Any creativity running with the matadors
My conscience locked it behind doors
I did not walk my talk congruent
My boldness lacked the shine affluent
My sayings I denied ruefully
I scorned myself unduly
At that infamous turning point
A shift in the wind I didn’t disappoint
I saw the potential before me
Each morning I awoke carefree
A turncoat was no longer my apparel
Nor denied happiness with imperil
Today I accept the day’s worth
My potential has a rebirth
Looking back I strangled it flippantly
Today I claim it magnificently
As my blindfolded wrath set itself inward
Today I only move forward
And now I mean what I say
I have no regrets to repay
What I say I mean
On my word I am keen
No lingering heartbeat of the masses
They can keep to themselves those asses
I now decree to that societal marionette
Dancing their judgments minuet
No longer can I be your fool
In fact I have been my own fool
For letting April 1st walk right in the door
And depleting my joy to the core
Now my mantra is love
Life as meaningful I have plenty Of.
