PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

They want me easy to mould,

To be a puppet in this professional circus,

Moved by invisible strings, without a voice,

But no, thank you, I don’t fit into this farce.

I prefer to be the scruffy clown,

The one who laughs at his own misadventures,

Who stumbles, falls, gets up again,

But doesn’t need your hanky to blow his nose.

I am the chaos that defies order,

The out-of-time joke that no one expects,

The crooked smile that disarms the rules,

And in my disorder, I find freedom.

I don’t want to be shaped, I don’t want to be guided,

I prefer to be the improvisation, the off-key note,

Because, at least, in my careless laughter,

I know I am true, without a golden mask.

So, keep your well-rehearsed circus,

With your puppets all in line,

I’ll stick with my freedom,

And with my hanky, I’ll keep navigating.

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