FACES OF CLOWNS'
Disguises are worn, they hide a world of fear,
Hidden with colors' of false smiles, or frozen frowns.
We laugh and we dance, juggle our thoughts' and
Our world Is a cage, a circus of freaks' and
We challenge our own mortality, on a high wire,
Shot through a cannon to where we may land,
Life in hand.
Faces of clowns', dressed In costumes, they seem
Acts put on for children, are they not the young that
We dress In our own costumes, put on a face that
Is what appears' real, only a magicians' magic, a
Trick of sorts?
Whatever expression we wear, whatever makeup
We're made of,
Faces of clowns', we all live with faces of clowns'.