The Jester

We deem life, confident we are invincible
The common society with an overaggressive ego.
Arriving at the familiar weekend revelry;
leaving the keys to your flying machine with the host of festivities
Departing laden with firewater potions
and the rigid formula "I am okay to fly"
Or the snow beast with a blizzard nipping at our rational sense
Spreading illusory wings flying as high as our game pride pilots us
Crashing down in denial either dead or with refined invulnerability
We are fearless venturing without provocation aside from narcissistic glory
Yielding only when the
curtains close on one of our own reckless players who has betrayed
the essence of our core
A short lived sorrow notably; the inroads of time soothe
Replenishing our need for the next thrill seeking joyride
We are gluttons for adrenaline consumed with challenges
We are not superman yet we dare to defy
We are not odds makers still we chance to prevail
We are,
The Jester;
Performing in the palace of our imagination
for an audience of one, else a personal ovation.