Call me Clown
Crazy foolish child
Leave dreams for drunks and bums
Every scholar knows faith should be
dropped in a sea of wishes
Luck is much better to grab
Chance is the cousin of all
Breathe in the heavy sighs of a glass
generation
We do it all our own, we are god.
Call me clown but
I hold on to a tightrope of hope
Base jump blindfolded from jagged
mountains of faith all smiles
Skydive from morality jets of promise
into passing clouds of joy
“Laugh” as Favor falls with the
glitter of the sunset
“Point” as the harlequin juggles small
blessings big blessings, jaw dropping blessings in clear anointed hands
Call me clown why don’t you?
I am running the race set before me.
Love bleeds from my heart
I run for you
Don’t have time to pitch a tent or
get high
I’m needed on the road as all the
rotten stuff passes me by.
I switched from floppy to mission
trainers
Now the finish line breaks more than tape and
Deters a final destination
? Who is laughing now? Me.
