If My Heart Is Made of Stone

If the road home’s paved with thorns
Why bare your feet to dance home?

Lace up. You don’t need to seek
Pain. Pain knows where to find you.

You may win. You may rule. You
May be the one the poems hymn.

But did you want to come home?
Did you want to be the one?

I am one of you—you, me.
Fools write poems for fools to read.

If no one reads us, I wish
It meant there were no fools left,

But as long as there are fools,
Ones who write, ones who crave rule,

Ones who just want to dance home
On the thorns—my heart is stone.