Treasure Island

Madrason writer

(24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

When fools rush in


Better beware
when fools rush in
know when to begin
take good care
when fools rush in.

They can teach you
how to change
how to rearrange
your steadiness too
to crazy to be violent
a little less than silent.

Oh don't you lose that hat
that steady tread
give yourself wings
and no strings
attached.

They make you
laugh while you should cry
they make you warm
with all their charm
no harm done
they make you
feel much less alone.

Better beware
when fools rush in
know when to begin
so take good care
when fools rush in.

Submitted: Sunday, July 21, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013

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