Send In The Clowns ...

April 28, 2024

Do you treasure

perplexity

strive to confuse

doubting the obvious

pandering the ruse

Do you live inside

cloud cover

avoiding the sun

exposure avoided

your fear on the run

Do you hide

behind bombast

the panderer’s lie

your costumes unchanging

as truth you deny

Do you wander

left aimless

your ego unbound

to cry from the wasteland

— bereft and unfound

(County Line: April, 2024)

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