As I sit here thinking,
My eyes start blinking.
Dreams by the number come,
Distant thoughts begin to drum
Like beats of cool rain
Trying to soothe my pain
Of running this circus alone,
The smiling through tears clown.
I rushed to know it all
But found I knew it null.
Knowing naught, I don’t care
Is the game being played fair.
I can’t foretell the score
Trying to keep the core
Of my inherent sense of humor.
Am I a fool? Yes, just a rumor.
October 20, 2005
Riddle
© Copyright: Пауль Каллен, 2011
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