writtenbycasey

mime

today I awoke in a glass box

on the sidewalk of a busy street

I have nothing but my striped sweater

my face white as a sheet

people pass me by

children smile and wave

as I beat on the walls searching for an exit

but still I am not saved

are they entertained?

they know I cannot escape

so why do they take my picture?

I cry to no avail

I plead to be released

but all they see is a silly man

who dances on the street

I suppose this is my life now

this is my destiny

a lonely mime forced to entertain

in a box no one can see