Wednesday, October 5, 2011

The Jester!

And thus again will time fly by,
through seasons of change, wet and dry,
Hopes have been pushed off the cliff of High,
Smiles will have faded from a face to cry,

And sometime in the darkness you shall find me try,
to bring back memories that sprint on the sly,
Do not pity my misery for there is no lie,
I chose to play the Jester & alone I shall cry!