The jester fancies himself an artist,
using his skills to poke fun at life.
Finding humor on the flat surface
of existence he sometimes follows.
Little does he realize the complexities
his targets hold within their being.
Causing hurt and sadness to fester,
where love and happiness belong.
One day he will learn life's meaning,
changing the way he paints his portrait.
So others may see him without colors,
the same way he sadly sees himself.