THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...)
I'm the fool who dances at the pity-party
I'm the outrageous giggler at the funeral
I'm the incorrigible child who asks the clown
why do you hide behind the mask?
I'm the poet who breaths under water
when the flood of sorrow overwhelms logic
that's me blowing bubbles made of tears
laughing at the absurdity of life
because I feel so much it would kill me
if I couldn't release it in some positive way
so excuse me if I offend somebody's senses
it kinda happens accidentally every day
cuz I won't give into the end of the world
feeling that comes when someone gives up
I'll try to help them stay alive and well
but I won't join them in a poison cup
and that doen't make me above them
it just puts me on a different path
blowing bubbles from tears and laughing at fears
if it helps you can call it a mask
paper cut outs and airplanes and dreams
are as real to me as anything
so if you'd like to tell me what you're all about
you might notice that I'm listening
....to be continued...
And Who Are You?
Ric Candor ©2000
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