Lament of the Clown 

On the stage of the hushed night, 

The spotlight of the stars, 

I’ll sing my song for you 

My mandolin in hand 

But the wind builds a barrier between our breaths The breeze guides my voice away from yours I bathe in my dream of us together 

Alas, I am buried within my self-inflicted misery Sleeping soundly in self-absorption 

while the world carelessly moves forward 

Deaf to the conversations of others.