Living by antics, signs of a clown.
Some see me smiling while sporting my frown.
Carrousel ride, life's camouflaged treat,
Must force a laugh or succumb to defeat.
Wardrobes of garments, cover and please.
Under this cloth I'm caught in a freeze.
An ensemble devised with many extremes.
Emotional wears, riding these seams.
Exhibits are rarely all what they seem.
Most tendered to fashion, lost in my dream.
Reality covered by each chosen pleat,
Cores of existence hidden beneath.
Searching this soul, embraced in it's tears,
The heart of a man is embossed with his fears.
There must be a way, most fibers are thin,
Where even this jester, elusively wins.
