Caged Clown
Black and White,
No colours in sight.
Clowning outside,
Crying inside.
Always with a mask,
From Dawn to Dusk.
Concealing, Revealing,
Not my right to ask.
Like a Puppet I'm Controlled.
Controlled to run, or to stroll.
Never to whine, nor to scowl,
Inside the cage, never to be known.
Outside the windows, white clouds float.
How blue is the sky?
Never was I told.
Maybe someday, I might know,
When someone saves me and my miserable soul.
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