I walk across this world
Living two lives |
I am the Clown I walk across this world Living two lives Wondering what happened to my dreams Why they are still just that I have much, but it is material I want what I cannot have Things that cannot be held, or seen, just felt What I wish for upon the star bright It is not to be So I wander lonely through this circus of life I am the clown With a painted face, a painted smile Hiding my true feelings Masking the frown Putting on my show, making others laugh Dancing about for loves long dead Judging me only by my faults Which are only part of what makes me A clown, juggling empty dreams, while riding a unicycle Across the tightrope that is my life I try to be cold, not give in to emotion Yet, I sit here alone and write these words Some are blurry From tears dropping on fresh ink Quickly wiped away, but the stain remains A constant reminder that I feel That I can't stop the emotion It controls me It is me I fight until the end of day When sitting I write my words Then creeping to my bedroom The rainbow wig disappears Make-up no longer there No longer the clown Just me Crying alone in the dark Awaiting the sandman Eyes become heavy I dream of darkness |