So what was your biggest folly?
Mine? I’m too embarrassed to ever tell…
I just hope they don’t show the video.
And by the way, was it a folly to come to Tokyo—so many years ago?
And if we hadn’t, where would each of us be now?
We can wonder, but we’ll never know…

Was it a folly to have let—
To have let—the one—the one that got away? To let them go?
I don’t like to look back much—all it does is make me sigh.
All it does is make me cry.

When was your last sexual indiscretion?
It doesn’t matter, just as long—just as long as you don’t get caught.
And if you DO get caught, DENY, DENY, DENY!
(Even if you caught in bed… with a penguin underneath)
Keep insisting: “You know, in this world, everyone has a double.
So you see, it wasn’t me.”

Some secrets you just have live—and die—with.
Secrets hang out in the shadows
They hang out with you like troublesome friends, herpes or worse…
These secrets are contrary to Milarepa’s words:
“My religion is to live and die without regrets.”
Nice try, Milarepa, you ancient Tibetan mystic. (1052–1135 C.E.)

So what rash thing have you done recently?
Did you bet on the wrong horse?
Did you double your bet when you should have folded your cards?
Did you say something when you should have kept your mouth shut?
The question is: how long will you have to pay for your folly?
Will it be just 24 hours, and not costing you a dime?
Or will you have to pay for it… for a lifetime?

So you made a mistake—a blunder, a bungle, a flub, a goof, a howler
Caused by a lapse in judgment
Caused by the gray matter between the ears—a mind fart
They say: to err is to be human, okay, so now what?

Look at the big picture, just look around
Insanity abounds!
The lunacy the religion
The madness of war
The absurdity—the inanity—the senselessness of it all.
We are told to believe,
But most of it is just fake.

I suppose my point is (and back the Milarepa’s words):
“My religion is to live and die without regrets.”
Maybe Milarepa’s religion ain’t all crap:
Living life not having to ask yourself,
“What the fuck have I done now?”

And later, when it’s time to look back,
Not having to ask yourself,
“Why the fuck did I ever do that?”

Indeed, it would be ideal
To live each day
and die….

"Folly" by Joe Zanghi