The fool finds wisdom

After I Corinthians 1:20

I went looking for the wise man,

I went looking for the scholar,

I went looking of the philosopher of this age.

I found ignorance clothed in pride,

I found lecture hall masquerades,

I found a fool locked away in his cage.

Turning east, toward the sun,

I sensed the singing of my heart

I found myself growing brave.

At the bottom of a hill,

Instead of wisdom I found love,

With a stone unrolled before a grave.

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