Not My Clown

There’s too much noise and not enough sound

Cotton fields in bloom now ’round this town

The sky is full of light fluffy clouds

with flocks of birds migrating south

The scenery all looks the same, even the ground…it hasn’t changed

One thing I still haven’t found

I’m done guessing… I’m done bearing frowns

Still all I see when I look around…

Clowns rushing about, trying not to drown

I can stand alone, I always have

this concept may be hard for some to grasp…

Blood and oil incorporated into my salve…

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting on me for years...won't you walk with me...

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