Life is about ups and downs…

I’d have a dream of a clown…

Just going round and round…

Hate me? Hate me.

Want me? Never be.

Talked about me? Maybe.

What about me?

To the CEMETARY.

Stood up right,

But never bright.

Angels are light,

But never held tight.

You loosen up,

Toss it out,

And what you see,

Is never beyond your sight.

It is Brocken,

It is lost.

Always woven,

And has no cost.

Wounded, Hurt, Brocken, and lost.

In the forest, which burns for a cause.

Never found,

Never bound.

You hear that sound?

It’s me, the clown.