with markings of a fool
I'm desperate to see a carving of emotion
Like a figurine glowing in the candlelight
but the scowl of the owl pricks my eyes
to awaken me to the darkness of my mind
with eyes peering into the thoughts
blinking like a cartoon
robbing the essence of originality
and I am played again
as a fool
with nothing left to ponder
and a blank mind of worry
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