Gold is for fools

The wisest man was chess man.
Drunk as all.
Waiting outside the cafe for another game.
His ragged clothes topped with an expensive sunhat.
He challenged us kids to a game.

"Where are you from chess man?"

"Father was a rolling stone wherever he laid his pack was home."

His crooked board and un-kept beard.
All covered in booze.

Chess man was a master.
He wouldn't answer hypotheticals, only situational questions.
He never played for money.
He never needed approval.

"How old are you chess man?"

"Old enough to know better."

I think his name was destiny but when we asked him he told us his name wasn't relevant.
I feel like my name isn't relavent thats why I want to be fool's gold forever.

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The happiest man was music man.
Taji was his name.
He played under the Newport clouds by the pier.
Seafood and butterflies in our stomachs while he played to us.

His strings kept breaking, his passion always broke them.

His guitar case gathered his living, but his guitar gathered his life.
His living kept his life safe and sound.
Just enough to keep strumming.
He used to dream about music at his part time job.
He said his part time job was his ball and chain, and he was holding the key the whole time.

The genuine tunes only came because his life depended on them.
Dollar by dollar was earned, but it was never about the money.

"Happiness never came from another dollar in the case. It came from another song in the air"

His name he boasted.
His name was important to him and to others.
His name was destiny as well.
His name was relevant.
His name meant something to him.

I feel like chess man too often.
Does my real name even matter?
You already know the real me.
The real me is Fool's Gold.
Why should I give you my "real name" I hide behind at school?

I should have known better.

I've never before been honest about myself to anybody but my notebooks and blogposts.

Nobody knows who I am.
Not even me.

If words could choke on the keys Im typing on, they would be doing it now.
  
Im choking on the air I breathe too.



3 comments:

  1. Dude I totally feel you. I was tempted to not do the reveal at all. On a brighter note, I'm in love with this post.

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