There are moments in time when a fool is just what I am.
A fool for love.
A fool for a diamond.
A second hand on a failing clock.
A female clock with inoperable biorhythms.
Falling backwards.
Flicking my left hand over my right.
While blinding myself with the stab of a pointed finger.
Accidentally of course.
All in all I guess I'm just a fool.
Nobody's, fool save my own.
(C) LIVVI