With muffled footsteps across my mind,
Often this thought gingerly peeps in,
We play the game not ever knowing,
When does it end, when do we win?
Conversations never seem to end,
And yet silence always seems to weigh,
Why is it that in the midst of smiles,
Those dollops of laughter have melted away?
Aches the crystal ball, to fall off the edge,
For never unpunished goes a good deed,
To remind you, lest you forget,
That no matter what, the future will bleed.
No new doors left to be unlocked,
Your dreams too sleep behind bars,
Even God's afraid to play tonight,
Look up, there remain no shooting stars.
Smiles sweeten the air, joy erupts,
Yet in the corner, mourns the clown,
Wondering, with a tear down his cheek,
Have we all grown up or died down?
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