Fool, Child

Be a fool, child

Let your hair grow wild

And your senses sharp

Roll in the grass when it rains

Come back muddied with stains

Wearing the smiles of a saint

Without a care in your heart

Stay awake when it gets dark

Learn what it feels like to bark

To laugh like a loon at the moon

And to howl at the twinkling stars

Be a wild child

Do not be mild

As your elders advise

Play the games, child

But only the ones you devise

Not the ones that they

Would have you play

Their games of sadness and lies

Be the mad child

And do not live out life in empty sighs

If reach you must, reach only for the skies

And be not beguiled

Be the one who smiled, child

Just be the fool, child.