The Jester
Copyright, Nathan Boward
Everytime I close my eyes
I see a snow white field.
Decorated sparsely with blades of grass
and dead trees; the scene changes
and all turns grey
The lights come up and I'm on stage
my life made into some not so funny comedy
The sad part it's all true
I play the part, the jester mad, raving
laughing at no one but myself
