A kitchen waltz with a wooden spoon,
A private howl at the afternoon moon.
A goofy strut through an empty hall,
A wink at the shadow cast on the wall.
We trip on the carpet and give a grand bow,
To an audience of... well, no one for now.
With no one to judge and no one to see,
We finally let ourselves simply just be.
It’s the air-guitar solo that nobody hears,
The laughter that bubbles and brings us to tears.
These glitches in \"acting like adults\" are gold,
The best kinds of stories that never get told.
So raise up a glass (or a coffee mug too),
To the hidden, hilarious versions of you.
Let’s cherish the magic in being a clown,
When the curtains are closed and the lights are all down.
To the memories made when the spirit is free,
In the beautiful land of \"Just You and Me.\"
\"Here\'s to the silly things we do,\" let’s say,
\"When we think no one is watching our way!\"