The Fool’s Basket

Well maybe Iam not real after all…

There is but a fleeting moment between the living and the dead...

A short poem..

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𝙼𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛,

“….”

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛?
𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝?
𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎?
𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝.

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𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠.
𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

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𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝,
𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
𝙾𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢.

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𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎.
𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢?
𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍.
𝙼𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍.

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𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎.
𝙼𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙼𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜.
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞…

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𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜.
𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗.

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𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝚂𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍?

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𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗.
𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗?
𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎.

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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚎?
𝙸𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜.
𝙸𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎.

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𝚂𝚘 𝚒𝚏, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚏, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗…
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚕, 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚗𝚘𝚝?
𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎.
𝙽𝚘. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝…

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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.
𝚂𝚘 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔…
𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝.

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𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎.
𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐.
𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎.
𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝.

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𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘.
𝙸 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛.
𝙸 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.
𝙸 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘.

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𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍…
𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎?
𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?
𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎? 𝙼𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢?

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𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠.
𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝…
𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

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𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎.
𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎.
𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍?
𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

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𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.
𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎.

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𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕’𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕.
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜.
𝙰 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕.
𝙰 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

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𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌.
𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎.

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𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍.
𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.
𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.
𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑.

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𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝…
𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝…
𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢.

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