I once met a hole who said to me, look at me I'm to deep and I said just let things be. The hole said, so many people have fallen, why can't they get out? Well I said let me try and he said wait, life just might pass you by. I should have taken his advise and walked on by, but I was the fool and now I'm goin' ta cry. Well I sat next to the hole with my feet dabbled inside, he said you better not do that or your frame shall surely die. I looked at the hole and I jumped in head first, he swallowed me up as if that was his whole intention. But look at me now my life is built around this horrid tension. After he had his fun and chewed me up like meat, it spit me out as if I was less than a friend. I find my self thinking about what might have happened if I were to stay inside But now I am just a person and that hole is my prison. Now I'm on the outside looking inside the hole I better be careful or I might find myself being chewed up like a fool. I'm glad this hole came early down the road I just hope it found the love, the love I bestrode Well we took our separate ways, hopefully with no bitter delays, but as long as we know that we are two different objects, two different objects but society's loyal subjects. Well this is the story of hole and the fool. I hope my wisdom is learned and my life is more than a tool, but as long as we make life less than a crutch but more than a tool, life just might have something better for you and not so cruel.
Reason for writing:
To remind me of the horrid past?
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