The Fool of Tarot

Boy of common ancestry under no heavenly decree,
Carry hopes and dreams into low lands and high seas,
Enter into the landscapes of expanding geometry,
A brave undertaking to see The Star set free,

Out of the sheltered urban symmetry,
With The Devil lurking behind every tree,
Spreading temptations and negativity,
To chain the four aces in captivity,

Where lies darkness there shall always be light,
In the night, The Devil takes ungraceful flight,
Day comes The Sun simply stood shining bright,
The dark burns and runs from a light so white,

The Lovers, above the clouds solemnly looking,
Worrying hands on The Wheel of Fortune resting,
Gifts from The Moon he skillfully harnessing,
What she so faithfully seeks he is creating,

Reach the rock solid base of The Tower,
Aboard The Chariot without any glamour,
Climb uneven rocks tramping wild flowers,
A year spent, his faith only grows in power,

The Star bound in diamond chains rests at the summit,
It cannot be set free, an unplesant sight to greet,
Even aid cannot be reached if one's will cannot meet.
What if hopes and dreams are forge out of one's own limits?

The number of zero lies infinite possibilites,
Even the major arcana have their own abnormities,
The true route to paradise lies in assymmetry,
How did The Fool look straight in the eye of adversities?

To ask for help without trying is blasphemy,
To possess dreams and do nothing is stupidity,

The key to The World lies in middle of infinite words,
The true face of impossible, a test of strength to cowards,
To take countless actions, to see dreams soar skywards,
Is The Fool, who then is the real fool, regardless?