There are the good people
And the bad people
The smart people
And the dumb people
The pretty to the not so pretty
I'm just a jester to them all
No difference to anyone around
And there's nothing funny about this at all
Every time I leave
A bird comes to me
Flocking her hair in my face
Laughing at stuff I had said
Behind this wall of comedy
Lies a man with dignity
What gives is to be given
What takes is to be forgotten
So much at stake
Not even funny
Though I can only think of things
That are funny
A jester to myself
A jester to them all...
Innocence lost, hard to trust
Like a broken shadow on a shattered wall