Idly sitting on the artless staircase
In a vain attempt to assuage the heartache
The comedian rued the knowledge attained
It's all a running joke, smiles feigned.
A caustic cacophony blaring through his mind
Thinking how not pretending would do him good
Painting a smile on thousands of teary eyed faces
He realized, no rest to be his from this life of pretense.
Dancing under the influence, elixir of good intentions
His vibrancy only found the minds not capable
Owing no debts to his thoughts, he spoke a lot
Overflow of unbounded, misguided feel led to his fall.
Times change, he needs a hand from a known stranger
Solitude is overrated, he soon learnt, perpetual anger
Motionless pictures blur before a new one forms
Nothing desired anymore, all the shoulders are act of con.
Born to make everyone happy, it's his forte
A tough vocation he chose, returns were always low
Every now & then, a smile changed his somber mood
Cycle ensues, a bowl of niceties, in a form so crude.
Still dreams of a day when the poker face appears
They can ride together on the backs of unicorns
Only if life made things and people so easy
Damp eyes reflect other's smile and his opportunity.
In a vain attempt to assuage the heartache
The comedian rued the knowledge attained
It's all a running joke, smiles feigned.
A caustic cacophony blaring through his mind
Thinking how not pretending would do him good
Painting a smile on thousands of teary eyed faces
He realized, no rest to be his from this life of pretense.
Dancing under the influence, elixir of good intentions
His vibrancy only found the minds not capable
Owing no debts to his thoughts, he spoke a lot
Overflow of unbounded, misguided feel led to his fall.
Times change, he needs a hand from a known stranger
Solitude is overrated, he soon learnt, perpetual anger
Motionless pictures blur before a new one forms
Nothing desired anymore, all the shoulders are act of con.
Born to make everyone happy, it's his forte
A tough vocation he chose, returns were always low
Every now & then, a smile changed his somber mood
Cycle ensues, a bowl of niceties, in a form so crude.
Still dreams of a day when the poker face appears
They can ride together on the backs of unicorns
Only if life made things and people so easy
Damp eyes reflect other's smile and his opportunity.
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