A fool shouts in the middle of the city

while wisdom whispers in the darkened corners

A fool laughs drunkenly

and is celebrated by the mob

while wisdom

quietly teaches the humble few

the value of an idea is seen in what it leads to

as the fruit reveals a tree for what it is

history exposes the fool for what they always were

a field of bones, a mouth like the grave, always craving

while the wise find honor

even if they were denied it while they were living

he is no fool, the one who invests in forever