A Fool As Old As I
by Kola Tubosun

Looking around alone
while others strive 
marks me out
from this human race
as a swollen face.


Contacts made and doggedly kept
through thick and thin
stands tall in made truths
of my still, staring stance.
with sparse naira chance


Regular looks of piercing blur
and charming gleaning dents
or hands promptly stretched
are doors closing yet
as I look between this net.


I wave a lone flag
at a long, flowing crowd.


"The secret of genius lies in the clear and impartial perception of the objective, the essential 
and the universal. By seeing so far, he doesn't see what is near he is imprudent and queer; 
and while his vision is hitched to a star, he falls into a well" - Arthur Schopenhauer
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