I hear the sound of the age old whine,
The one we all said, “it wouldn’t be mine!”
The complaint that is heard in every generation,
“But this time for real!” Says this iteration.
“Kids these days!” Cries some of my peers,
“It’s a disaster!” Shouts the echoing fears.
“Have you seen online? It’s the end of our luck!”
Or maybe you’ve just become another boring, old fuck.
when a circus ends some say the clown dies
many say it is the lion tamer that holds the prize
the animals sit in cages backstage
and the box office counts the page
do clowns really die when the show is done
or is there just a new act bringing some fun
from a clown show to a strange mime show
the honking horns lost their power to blow
the producer makes it part of the plot
the ring leader decides to give it a shot
yet the crowd is unsure and at first isn’t amused
the clown sits on the side a bit hurt and bruised
he tries to sabotage but the fire drummers won’t have it
the people are totally distracted by the ring leader’s outfit
the children love it and the grown-ups are all upset and leaving
cemented statues near the entrance don’t have a way of perceiving
Did you know there is a sorcerer there?
One you befriended a long time ago.
One that cracks the whip with regret to scare.
Conjuring ghosts and monsters from below.
The Necromancer promises power.
Yet brings nothing but despair in his hour.
You felt the motivating force at first.
Everyone thought he was some great ole friend.
But he was bringing out the complete worst.
How will this quest of yours come to an end?
Stay a sad slave to the Necromancer?
Or will you find a more loving answer?
We don’t have any enemies under the sun,
Maybe just unkind family with insults or a gun.
We are stranded on this blue dot together,
And I want us to brave the stormy weather.
I wish us children would finally understand and heal our past,
And realize that countries, companies, and structures never really last.
But we cling to our certainties being so very afraid,
Imagining we win if we are the smartest or highest paid.
You take nothing to the grave, not even your body,
For the worms eat you up if you are good or naughty.
Love is beyond all this, don’t you know?
Or are you still putting on the masked clown show?