Fool

Holding piercing gazes,
meeting,
looking at me,
into me,
like a fool
spreading dirt.
Looked into you,
at you, pretending
not to see that much.
Should I be
grateful to you
to avoid me
more suffering?
I walked boundless,
aimlessly to
lose myself
and let my thoughts
free outside me,
felt back
spring’s urgency
knocking me out
with such insulting
insolence of eternal
inescapable youth
treating me
so unkind