Clowns playing with life, bored of themselves, as if they know themselves
laughing in the teachers face everyday as they still remain the same as everyone else hiding their pain
not evolving or practicing their craft to express themselves and heal themselves, waiting for something and not creating it from what's right here
money, money, money, that's the game their excuse to say I need this before change, why would anyone need anything to embrace themselves, it is a divine choice, see, just a big game
the teachers words on the first day of them meeting have kept the same intentions and the same message but still laziness remains and complaints and blame instead of accountability and change
does the clown love anything if not pain, if the clown only expresses pain and a need for attention just to exist, just to get up in the morning and embrace the sun without anyones help or laugh or just the smallest amount of attention
the clown is nothing but a costume of shame.
- Author: DREEK0 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 9th, 2024 20:00
- Category: Unclassified
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