Warrior/Fool
She is standing at the crossroads of warrior and fool. A small bit of the path behind her is made up of the former, and most is made of of the latter. This is how the poem goes. She chose the path of warrior, stand tall and tell the truth for once, but was somehow thrown to the foolish road. We have no choice in the matter. This is not her choice to make. And so, she is walking the road of the fool. But the truthful warrior - grey clouds as the fool anyhow - regrets nothing, and will walk the road of the fool with the walk of a warrior. She has no other choice.
This is my path! Though i speak the truth, how it's really going in my mind, as too many never would, i refuse to feel the fool. I can be thrown as far on the road of the fools as far as anyone may choose to throw me, but i refuse to be consumed by this title, and i can't be: Truth is not foolish.
This is my path! Though i speak the truth, how it's really going in my mind, as too many never would, i refuse to feel the fool. I can be thrown as far on the road of the fools as far as anyone may choose to throw me, but i refuse to be consumed by this title, and i can't be: Truth is not foolish.