The Fool......for Obi Wan

The depths of reality
drown even the strongest
soul
Strangling off the space
where blessed air
resides
Gasping in the downward
spiral
We are in the depths of our
own self depraved
spiral
descent into despair

Who's the more foolish...
the fool,
or the fool who follows
him

The game progresses, pot
piles up
Eyes dart....coveting the
bounty on the
table
Sitting with crooks and
criminals
One way to go, it worked
for Jesus.....
I ain't him, no one is....
No one

Game mate shifts in his
seat
The tension so tight
and high
It cuts like a knife deep into
those depths of
distrust
One more drink....clouding
the vision of the
unseeing
And......just like that
The first shot fired.....In
seconds 
flat...the gun-slinger
stands
alone
Walks away with the
winnings
Wiser, or just dirtier?

Who's the more foolish...
the fool,
or the fool who follows
him

Aces high....
as the occluded mourning
sky
This fool folds and walks
off into her own
sunset
Boots dressed in dust
Soul battered
Back turned to the
turmoil of the
table
This fool is following
no one
Finding the fresh air
where it resides
Breathing it deeply into the
depths of her lungs...
healing
Catching the spiral...upward
this time
Leaving her fears to drown in
the
past
Who's more aware? The
fool...
recovered
That's who