Walking along an empty road,
I saw a group of clowns intensively discussing,
About how to stay relevant as the world moves on,
Another day another drama.
They mentioned so many names,
Stories were told in such unpleasant ways,
And oneday,
I made it to their topic of conversation,
Their stares,
Can feel the flares,
Their touch,
Can sense and ouchh.
My name was mentioned few times,
I surrendered to their rhyme,
And so they increased the volume,
Made it easier to get caught by the spirit of the assylum.
