The Foolish Genius

You foolish failure! For that’s all you’ll be
If you continue to madly deny
The things you feel inside nonchalantly.
For if, in youth, you do not ever ply
The waters of love, rebuff, of joy, and
Of grief, your vessel will in age be
Caught in whirlpools of regret, trapped on the sands
Of sad naïveté, marooned for all eternity.
Speak not against the fools who “fall” in love;
No, rather speak of their rise, their entrance
Into real life, leaving behind your stance
And its one-sided view that you’re so proud of.
And when you finally see this, you’ll be truly smart,
Finally seeing the logic in following your heart.


(You claim to make the wiser move,
To be the better-off in the end,
But you have no concept, you can’t comprehend
The experience, and the value thereof.

So don’t even begin to criticize,
Speak not in condescending tone,
For soon e’en you will realize
How hollow is the good of being alone.)