The Clown

So the prodigal one once again

Walks upon the moonlight

Echoes the days of conclusions

Wisp away in the wind

It’s been years, man, and years



Are you to interrupt anothers visions?

After all, weren’t you the master of illusion?

Allowing another to hear your songs

They think it to be self-pity

Or inflicted pain

So sad they don’t understand



The clown could not get any sadder.



Dennis





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