Fool Divine

And I sometimes start to think that I've somehow figured something out
And through that revelation, or moment of reflection
I actually start to think I may have divined a map of how
To better my life, or to make some change
And then, the optimism sets in..
As if I've actually decided that its time to win

But experiences, habits, and the tendencies within
Serve their holiday in Saturnalia's sun
Catering the fool's feast, hand and foot
Unbalancing the pieces so the contest is won
The best of days.. to this myriad of slaves
Soon to wake to the disillusioned find
That its probably better to leave
Divination to the divine..
And since the beginning of time
As a species we've obsessed
Over the ability to see through time
Studying the past, the stars, the seasons
Preaching the word after making up the reasons
Means with purpose to end
This eternal hunger
The burden for ourselves to fend
To hunt, gather, forage and procreate
To make sense of the melancholia
To simply survive the night
But life has always been hard
This is one thing the past has certainly shown
...and further musings of the fool's faith ~
That maybe this is the reason that we've come

Most of us actually believe we've evolved since then
300,000 years under this same sun
We now hunt for sport
And gather only information
The concept of foraging is beyond foreign
We even believe that culture is divided by our nation
Yet daily we're still desperate to divine
Even the atheists among us attempt to possess this power
Whether it be from finding the fastest way home from work
Predicting the weather, or reading the eyes of a lover
We have not changed
...Nor will we.

Even accepting this fate
Will not ease the mind.. nor keep us safe
There is no quarter given for the slave or his hand
Nor power given, divine or otherwise, to monkey or man
Because we are still simple creatures
Whether dwelling in caves, or buying & selling land
And so I sit back, stalking Saturnalia's smile
Who I am betraying myself all the while

ⓒ 2012 Shawn Michael Quinn