Fool's Gold

They say all is understood,
When you die.
How can that be?
No alibi.

Mind is everywhere,
Conflicted and confused.
No turning back.
Second chance used.

 Ear is pierced,
Hole is set.
Pain is over?
No, not yet.

Just what we needed,
Another fool.
They’re multiplying!
Threading the spool!

Where to escape?
In the name of stealth.
You can’t-impossible,
To escape from yourself.