The Grand
Act that got everybody buzzing.
Entrance hall
Brim-filled with estranged strangers fleeting,
Was wide enough,
What a marvelous sight to behold
That his heart was moved
Like the ignorance has come untold.
Overwhelmed with pure joy
Everybody wore their hearts on sleeves
Like that one innocent child
Who loves playing and laughing with thieves
So he started crafting his own,
Joining the soldiers and the 'mongers
He then penned the loom of what was known
Fitted and accepted from others
To him. So that he would, could, should begin
Trying because why should he not, e?
But it all comes to a but no matter what
Scolded for "You are not here to play"
For this lad was all but the bravest of heart
Nodding his little head, out of fright
Reality started taking its toll
When the crowd crowed with cunning delight
Hidden pendulum of the unknown
Oscillated back and forth to him
Ripping his bliss of ignorance
As the said show went out of the frame
Alas, a great night indeed
Exposed, not a single thing to hide
All was pointless for he,
The naive neophyte without a guide,
Knew that in the end
Matter-not they would keep on cheatin'
It was just that
He was jolly, all smile so pristine.
Wistfully
Wishing he will make it through midnight
Maybe
But only when his cards are played right.
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I Would. You Could. We Should. But They Didn't. [English]
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