An empty song

I could not go far
With the constrain of time
A guitar
And an empty song

Laugh at the dead clown

Laugh at
The dead clown
Most probably
Its an act

For with a red nose
On his face
He shall never be
Alone again

Laugh at
The dead clown
Most probably
Its an act

In the light of
Our perfect universe
Was his giant feet
With unmatched shoes

Laugh at
The dead clown
Most probably
Its an act

In comparison to
Our eternal quest
His unusual words
Searched for humour

Laugh at
The dead clown
Most probably
Its an act

But a quest into
His ugly face
And make-up smile
Is long due

Over blinked

I wear
An ugly eye
Over blinked
Trampled by those who know

Inverted shadow

Like an inverted shadow
Of my thoughts

It stood alone
For unknown seasons
With only ripples
To distinguish itself

Like an inverted shadow
Of my thoughts

The story told
Was familiar
Cause inside my head
I am all alone

Like an inverted shadow
Of my thoughts

The stagnant boat
Was on the flowing water
But to me it was
Inverted

A petal plucked

A petal plucked
And trampled
Would make other flowers
More beautiful

A drop of tear
Down the cheeks
Can make the rain
An experience

A dead seagull
By the sea
Often become words
For a poet