Circus


The clown puts on a smile
but it's devoid of any joy.
The clown tries to juggle,
but lacks any depth in life.
Frozen in darkness,
he fails and soon loses control.
For the tightrope he walks along
seems infinite and pointless.
As he stares into the broken mirror with flickering lights,
he's lost in the stillness of his eyes.
His smile is a painted one
yet the audience sees right through it.
A life subdued to making people smile
is sometimes the worst sentence you could receive.
Occasionally the task is too immense,
but no one expects the comedian to wear a frown.
Finally the darkness rose towards him
and the animals had him surrounded.
Try as he might,
a clown is destined to be lost in the fun house.

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