Thursday, May 30, 2013
Tears of a clown...
Serenity is all I want,
Putting up a happy face is what I flaunt.
Kids, money and friends, you say happy I should be;
Yet that peace of mind you expect, truly escapes me.
Why am I up at this late hour?
My frame of mind seems genetically sour.
'The tears of a clown' inside my heart I sing,
I fake a smile as if I were a king.
I ask myself why so lonely I feel?
When to the world I seem so tangible, so real.
The answers to these questions I fear;
Will always escape me, as my mind is blurry or so very clear.
Men from Mars have all the answers, they always come to conclusions;
They propose ideas and have all the solutions.
I don't care for advice or comments, you are preaching to the choir;
I believe it is unconditional love that I simply desire.