The Man who Seeks the Joyful Face

Moan into patrol. Expecting. Addressing. A plan you must follow with no ball. For you can't say. For you can't express. As we walk into rooms with no life or colour. As we read lips of known sync and unpredictability sinks at the bottom the sea, we cannot meet ourselves or see others as they were. The seeker will run to find those who playfully smile. For they have nothing to lose in the big scheme of things and a game of play will not detract to the success and happiness we are keen to know. And understand. And read and see no evil beyond what is non-grey and bending the rules of a nurtured state of mind. For we are here to make you laugh, make you tired, make you reconsider. Laugh, pagliaccio. Make me laugh. Make me move forward where we are beyond this stagnant pool. Beyond the hills, beyond the steeping obstacles, that wind us down.