Cleverness of being Fooled

In the dance of death,

and the miracle of life,

Oh dear, all I do is lie,

insurmountable it is,

in its vivid infinite complexity,

with just a leaf, it goes upto quarks and more,

the slate of mind,

constantly brimming with,

all kinds of lies,

armed up with its,

infinitely complexable structure,

and inherent incomprehensable elemental form,

it took me some time to figure out,

that complexity has no meaning,

more then making it more interesting,

after which i stopped judging it,

all i did is rush up in the mountains,

leaving all the structures aside,

dipping my face in fresh babbling water,

taking a brand new breath inside,

in the moment of perfection,

i realize the perfectness of imperfection,

which is when i learned the cleaverness of bieng fooled,

fooled with small lies,big lies, complex lies, simple lies,

without prejudice, as it is perpetually diverse and complex,

just the gossip of it, thats all brings me insane joy,

and like a warewolf, i rush into the mountains of mind,

to clear the slate of lies, and for moments be still, absolute in essence,

and then the morning jasmine breeze, 

lures me into a morning with new lies,

ready to be fooled like a whif,

shameless of  the insane judgementalness,

to the foolishness  to simple lies in the world,

which is all psyced up with only complex lies,

craving to getting fooled by it,

but i being smarter fool,

get fooled by everything,

with all its colors and fragrance,

fillers and gossips,

it brings with it,

cause i know the cleverness of being fooled,

cause all that is ,is a lie,

all you can do is become foolish,

when i start getting all too bored up by foolishness,

i rub the slate clear by rushing onto mountains,

and ready to be fooled again :)