In the brain of every poet
Atmosphere so quiet
But ideas rushes and seems so unsilent

Confusion hears his voice
But anxiety goes on with its noise
Yet a cause to rejoice

Some people say every poet is a fool
But I say not every fool is a poet
Because we rule

Some people say every poet is a fool
Yet we prefer to be a fool
Cos our brain is full

Some people say every poet is a fool
Yet we charm your imagination
With our rod of incantation

This people who refers to us as fools
At the end of the day become our tools
And their mouth become thin as wool

So why not be a poetic fool
And not a pathetic fool
But rather like us, be an authentic tool.