falling through another forgotten day
sleep comes on slow
like a saw through
the bones of my despair
I watch the sunrise
the trees still in the calm morning air
I am the face of a happy clown
painted on a portrait of sorrow
the world can be a better place
but too much bad happens
in the name of indifference
rather than any malice
we all stink
so no one
wants to shower anymore
and that's mankind
for you
a child that found
there fathers matchbox
we have all this
power but we are not worthy
floating fading falling
through this forgotten show
still I play the fool
for me there exists
no other role