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The Tears of a Clown
Welcome to the modern circus
The arena is everywhere
A fake smile to please the crowd
Everyone plays and everyone watches
Everyone performs for everybody
Knowing their smiles are as forced as mine
Performing like puppets on strings
Following unspoken rules
Not thinking, just obeying
Empty shells pretending to be full of life
Functioning so that the play can have its destined ending
Pleasing the unknown master dictating our movements
At home when no one is around to see
And the door closes
All around quietness, solitude - loneliness?
And nothing is left
Except
The Tears of a Clown
There is nothing more sad
Then
True emotion without anyone to notice and care
And nobody knows why
But no questions are asked
The show has to go one
The unknown master is never satisfied