The Clown

Where am going

Following these feet?

I got so lost I lost my way,

In the street I live and lay.

Forever running

From door to train to sky.

Never quite knowing

How to be,

Who am I.

Sewing feathers to my back

So i’d never touch the ground.

But I know better than before

That the only way up is down.

I played the part

of the Beautiful stranger.

Lying only to myself;

It’s dangerous being someone else.

Scared when unscripted,

I juggle loaded guns.

Smiling yet knowing

I’m fearful of the fun.

Draw the curtain, no applause,

I am just a clown.

But I know more than before;

That the only way up is down.