A Jester To Them All

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