What Would I ask a Fool?

What would I ask a fool 
Under consideration's pool? 
The limping dead, the ghost, asleep -- 
wandering dread of soulful sheep. 
What of the minuscule few, 
who's dearth of reason you 
carry like a torch to the mountain top 
and turn, to those bewildered at the stop 
as if you could still go higher, 
much like the flames of the fire 
to only be quenched by the solemn tears 
of those that know beyond their years.