Those clowns

All clowns playing merry go round
The balloons they held
Tied tightly, bound to the strings.
So hard to take it off.

All chains.

where are all the laughter?

all fools. to have kept it.

Balloons are supposed to be happy.
Who can lend us the scissors?
The clowns they laugh
All behind their face paint
Clothed in tuxedos and gowns

Where are the laughters?

All fools. dancing behind pretense.

The birds crawl

Fishes flies.
Up equal to down

Down equal to up
All twisted. this reality.

There, out in the open,

See their open arms. their smiles.
Their face glistening with hope.
Finally the laughter rang. 

As they danced beneath the graves.

The laughter continue to ring.
In the graveyards.

Those fools.

Author's Note

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