Clown

Foolishness is when you think you have it figured out,  
Only just to realize you were never even right.  
 
That sunken sense of drowning by the neck of my own spout, that sent me in a spiral after figuring it out.  
 
A sight to be beholden by the eyes that should have seen it, that were never once aware of what a fabricated scene is.
 
The veneer of what it all had been becoming readily apparent, but only as the distances between the two of us extended.  
 
The performance was a beautiful, emotive presentation, when viewed under the light of most superfluous conditions, obscuring all the fixtures starkly hidden in it’s shadows, and aware it isn’t hollow as I’m wondering about it.  
 
A full production out of view to spare me truth and sorrow, who was never truly meant to be its viewer or ensemble.