by Hugh Mann

Created on: May 29, 2008   Last Updated: June 23, 2008

Clown's Compass

Don't ask how you got here
None of your stories are true
The wind has blown every direction
Your fateful companion is fear

Consulting fools with no places to be
Getting all the right answers
To all the wrong questions
And wondering why you can't see

You mastered the art of trying
To see through the eyes of a stranger
Yes, that's what you look like
No wonder you feel like crying

So proud to be free on your own
But you're just chasing dreams
Hoping to borrow one more tomorrow
Down to a handful of seeds unsown

Get on with whatever circus is going
Before it goes on by without you
You might not be taming the lions
But a clown is no fool if he's growing

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