Clows Tightrope Walk (Robin W.) Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

... cry if tears gush
- drink if no thirst satisfies
- we should be always quietly
- laughter gives you a new being
- cheerfulness solves soul torture
- smile breaks to the grief number
- we stroll on the knifes edge
- balance greets you to the feast for the eyes
- you wobble aside there
- one laughs
- and another shouted
- properly we never do it
- always some laugh, and much
- but is our job, however, the clown
- we may trust almost everything
- however, even for him there is a taboo
- hopelessness,
- screaming inside heart-rending
- she calls you if you are alone
- then only your mask and your shouting remains to you
- however, your luck sometimes also comes true,
- then the luck comes after pain
- and if you see a smile
- you easily forget your internal beast
- laughs away the dreary grief
- laughs until your belly says: ouch!
- then you are on the heart´s path
- sometimes it is only one footbridge
- however, he leads you if you look at
- and trusts to own eyes
- on the path back into the luck
- farewell, now run a piece.

® Floy Dy Ra,08/16/14