He does not love the miracle of life.
Or perhaps he never learned.

He would gladly squander it.

He trades for the illusion of ecstasy.
He consumes and consumes.
He turns down nothing.
His composure melts.
His comprehension fades.

He is the jester.
He seeks affection and approval.
He lowers himself far to find it.
Too far now to come back.

He trades more and more for illusions.
He casts off- his family and friends.

To jest for those who jest him.

He is confused and depraved.

The jester makes for his grand finale.
A disappearance act.
He consumes and consumes.

Then poof;
he is gone.

Everybody wonders-
but nobody cares.

Tonight he rides alone.

He makes for home and tries to forget.

But soon becomes lost.
His consumption betrays him!

The jester panics.

The woods change at night;

and he forgot about the wolves.