The Circus
That moment when you’re deep
In thoughtful conversation
And suddenly you realize
They’re far from comprehension.
You use the same words,
But the meaning doesn’t click:
Like talking to a wall
Made of solid brick.
I take a step away
And weigh the pros and cons
Of being one of them
A face-painted clown.
I wear a mask of ignorance
Hoping they won’t see
That all this damn stupidity
Isn’t the real me.
I feel as though I mock their ways
With bitterness and spite.
I play the game deceptively
Just trying to survive.
How am I to love
On a planet full of fools?
I’ve tried to waltz among them,
But I know deception’s cruel.
Inner guilt compels me
To shed this guise I wear.
I climb out of the ring
Of this circus with despair.
Sitting in the stands alone
I watch the masquerade.
Blissfully ignorant,
The fools are on parade.
Suddenly I see another
Sitting in the stands;
Two lonely hearts are filled with joy
For this friendship wasn’t planned.
Though it may be just us two
In the stands to watch the show,
Finally I am content
To know I’m not alone.