so tired of playing the fool
of being the court jester, more mocked and jeered than anything else
to put a smile on her face is his lifes work, his masterpiece,more beautiful to him than any work of art, a renaissance man inhis chosen field, and yet a master he isnt, a fool he remains
the grin that brings balance to a chaotic and depressing world, is worth any form of degradation
she isnt his, and he isnt hers, and niether will be each others
though he desperately wishes for it to change
jester of the court, fool to all, unable to get her to look past his foppish and jangling cap, past the bells and harebrained demeanor into the sad and lonely soul that pines to show her love
and yet as the crowd around him keeps laughing, and life presses harder down upon his shoulders, he keeps his smile
because he will always have hers