strength, for fools

strength, for fools
is futile - struggle
always, always look
up too late, see - we
've gone in the wrong
direction! Turn back
in anger, self-defeated
and self-enlightened,
self-possessed, and
self-deceived - each
of us knows best, and
we know: we will try
and try harder, until

until.

I am a fool, which I
've known for some time,
and done nothing about.
I am about the minding
of my business. I will
plan twice as careful,
I am husbanding my
strength, for one last
push against doubt. For
fools, strength is
futile.

But it's all I have,
and I will make it
enough.