“Goofball”
Goofball
I found on my wall
It bounces me around
As it sits still
It’s a thrill
To be bounced up and down
It lives in a room
Within a room
In a castle
That I do dwell
And who would sell
Such a thing as this
No, the goofball is not for sell
It knows how to play
It knows how to create
It knows how to open one up
It knows how to get to where one is found
It bounces you up and down
In a delightful way
But once you begin
You cannot leave
Until it’s finished with thee
And in time one will get tired
And start to bruise
For hitting the ceiling
And the ground
So by this time
One will want to leave
But it won’t let you
For the goofball
Wants to see
One will become dizzy
And the stomach
Will become upset
But it won’t end
Until you completely
Become the opened
Open in heart and mind
Is the job of the goofball
That hangs on the wall
In a room
Within a room
In a castle I do dwell
So now one wants out
And begins to shout
Whatever one can think of
To get it out
Yet this one continues to bounce
Up and down
Sicker does one become
And it has become nowhere close to fun
One will begin its cry
What do you want?
The ball answers
Nothing
That is the balls reply
So one will speak
Wont you stop bouncing me
I’m getting sick
And am bruised
In this room…
The ball with a laugh replies
I’m not the one who bounces you
I’m just a ball nailed to the wall
It’s you that is bouncing you
In the room
Within a room…
I do not understand
One may say
For it’s a crazy thing
That I would bounce myself in this way
What is your scheme?
That I should hit the ceiling and the floor
Let me stand still
I don’t want to play any more..
So one may try to make their way out
But there is nothing to grip on to
To pull out
So one must face
Within ones self
What it is this goofball is all about
One may say
I came in for to have some fun
But it will not stop
And now I’m bruised
And the fun has become really rude..
Ah, the ball does speak
You are beginning to see..
Yes, one may say
That to seek to have fun all the time
Is not a good way.
To seek only to have a good time
It is an extreme
But to seek contentment
Is the better thing..
The ball replies with a very good
Seeking fun all the time
Will bruise you up
And soon make you sick
It is why I’m in the middle of the wall
And do not go up
And do not fall
For to balance out
Is what this room is all about
To seek an extreme
You can’t walk about
At least not in this room
For you need to be completely opened
And balanced out
If you are not
You become the goofball
And I’m the ball
That will reveille
How this comes about
So the ball did say
As I was leaving the room
You are leaving
You still don’t get what it’s about
You’re going to miss out
And as the door did close behind me
The ball continued its yell to me
Goofball!!
Goofball!!
Goofball!!
Goofball!!…
®Ryan Brady O’Reilly
©01/11/2002